Marilynne Robinson is one of the great religious novelists, not only of our age, but any age. Reading her new novel Lila, one wonders how critics could worry that American fiction has lost its faith, though such worries make one think there might well have been wedding guests at Cana who complained about the shortage of water after witnessing the miracle with wine.
Marilynne Robinson’s Lila Review | New Republic. Robinson is wonderful, but one novelist, no matter how great, can’t do justice to the varieties of religious experience. Even if she were the greatest religious writer who ever lived, one might legitimately wish for American fiction, at its highest levels, to be more attentive to matters of faith.
