Housekeeping

HOUSEKEEPING
by Marilynne Robinson

Award: PEN/Hemingway Winner 1982

Nominations: National Book Finalist 1983, NY Times Finalist 1981, PEN/Faulkner Finalist 1982, Pulitzer Finalist 1982

Date Read: July 28, 2019

This novel has been on my radar for quite some time and I eagerly dove into it. Flash forward to now and I am heartbroken I finished. Housekeeping is absolutely exquisite and my limited vocabulary will never convey how deeply I love this novel. Robinson has delved into the very core of family, loss, abandonment and a way of being and relating to one another that society labels bizarre and must, therefore, compel to conform.

Ruthie and her sister Lucille seem to get passed around from neighbors, to their grandmother, to their grandmother's friends, to their great-aunts and aunt like figures standing still and this shadows of people swirl before them. When I wanted the girls to continue to cling to each other, they cleave apart choosing vastly different realities. And I can understand both paths.

Sylvia attempts to conform to what is expected of her, yet she is forcing herself to live in a way that is foreign to her. Housekeeping and caring for others does not come naturally. In a short period of time the house is literally falling down around them. "Sylvia... considered accumulation the essence of housekeeping." Through her collecting of bottles, cans, newspapers, she is attempting to put down roots where no roots can truly hold.

Housekeeping has a distinct lack of male characters, yet this novel is not for just women. The writing throughout is so luscious and vivid, I marvel at Robinson's talent. I loved Gilead but I love Housekeeping far more, which I never thought would be possible. I am eager to read Home and Lila, although I doubt I will fall as hard.

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