


As in Robinson’s previous novels, this framing is slow, sober, and simple. Set just after World War II, Jack asks questions that are both newly pressing and age-old-about knowledge, suffering, regret, and joy-with minute attention to the religious, political, and racial contexts that frame those questions. When Jack, her latest novel, appeared in the fall of 2020, it served as an immediate and prescient rejoinder to our brave new world of loneliness and historical nihilism. Since 2020 struck, she has seemed more savior than novelist, the questions her narratives pose not just important, but as necessary as the news, as vital as breathing. In 2019, Marilynne Robinson was one of the greatest novelists alive.
