CHAPTER 1
Understanding Marilynne Robinson
âNowadays,â wrote the critic James Wood, âwhen so many writers are acclaimed as great stylists, itâs hard to make anyone notice when you praise a writerâs prose.â Yet there is âsomething remarkable about the writing in Gileadâ (âActs of Devotionâ). There is the grandfather who âcould make me feel as though he had poked me with the stick, just by looking at meâ (29). And the cat, trying to escape the embrace of a boy, whose eyes are described as âpatiently furiousâ (90). Wood concludes these stylistic notes with a claim that âRobinsonâs words have a spiritual force thatâs very rare in contemporary fictionâ (âActs of Devotionâ).
Perhaps James Woodâand perhaps he aloneâwould enjoy a volume entirely devoted to the analysis of Marilynne Robinsonâs style. Such a volume might be justified from the perspective Wood suggests, namely that her âwordsâ are the source of her value, the âspiritual forceâ many readers have found in her writing. The link between style and value may be true. Indeed, it is my belief that the relative popularity of Robinsonâs fiction has much to do with the music of her prose, what todayâs fiction writers are apt to call âvoice.â It is arguable that she has done more than any American writer since Hemingway to realize the expressive potential of ordinary words. Yet a volume on style alone is undesirable for obvious reasons; it would be tedious and would exclude much of what is original and interesting in Robinson. In the pages ahead, there will be occasions to notice stylistic features, in particular the evolution of her style from Housekeeping to the later Gilead novels, but these will be brief vistas on our tour through Robinsonâs complete works.
The theme for now is Robinsonâs originality, her difference from other authors of the contemporary moment. Such a topic requires us to leave style behind and shift into the realm of ideas. It is in cultural history, biography, politics, aesthetics, and religion that we can begin to uncover the sources of Robinsonâs most distinctive qualities.
The words âunfashionableâ and âcontrarianâ are often applied to Robinson, and it is easy to see why. No matter oneâs political, religious, or aesthetic persuasion, one is likely to find something disagreeable about her opinions and attitudes: she is a woman critical of feminist scholarship; a political progressive and cultural traditionalist; a liberal Protestant who admires John Calvin; an environmentalist who was sued by Greenpeace; a celebrated novelist who has published more essays than fiction; a domestic novelist and novelist of ideas; a critic of modernism and a champion of the American nineteenth century. She once described her âarchaic selfâ as ânothing other than a latter-day pagan whose intuitions were not altogether at odds with, as it happened, Presbyterianism, and so were simply polished to that shapeâ (Adam 229). The critic Cathleen Schine put it simply: âMarilynne Robinson ⊠really is not like any other writer. She really isnâtâ (âA Triumphâ).
A Life, from Idaho to Iowa
She was born Marilynne Summers, in the far-west town of Sandpoint, Idaho. Her father, John J. Summers, worked in the lumber industry along the Idaho-Washington border, moving the family often to follow the work, through towns like Coolin, Sagle, and Talache. Since her father was away for long stretches of time, Marilynne spent much of her childhood in the company of her mother, Ellen, and her precocious older brother, David.
By her own admission, she was an introverted and bookish child, attempting her first reading of Moby Dick at age nine. Despite the provincialism of her upbringing, she acquired a good education at the public high school in Coeur dâAlene, Idaho, which she would later characterize as the acquisition of âodds and endsâDido pining on her flaming couch, Lewis and Clark mapping the wildernessâ (When I Was 87), as well as encounters with Emily Dickinson, Horace, Virgil, Cicero, and, most crucially, the Bible. She wrote poetry as a young girl, mainly of the melancholy variety. âWhen I was a girl too young to give the matter any thought at all, I used to be overcome by the need to write poetry whenever there was a good storm, that is, heavy rain and wind enough to make the house smell like the woodsâ (The World 121). Although her family was Presbyterian, religion was more an âinherited intuition than an actual factâ (Fay). Her upbringing and education in the West would mark her as an outsider once she left for the East, where she would discover that âthe hardest work in the worldâit may in fact be impossibleâis to persuade easterners that growing up in the West is not intellectually cripplingâ (When I Was 86).
After graduating from high school in 1962, she followed her brother to Rhode Island, where she attended the womenâs college Pembroke, now part of Brown University. She studied English, with an emphasis on nineteenth-century American literature, and absorbed the authors who would profoundly influence her: Herman Melville, Henry David Thoreau, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Emily Dickinson, and Walt Whitman. She had an epiphany in the library one day, which she would later call her âescapeâ:
When I was a sophomore in college, taking a course in American philosophy, I went to the library and read an assigned text, Jonathan Edwardsâs Doctrine of Original Sin Defended. There is a long footnote in this daunting treatise that discusses the light of the moon, and how the apparent continuity of the moonâs light is a consequence of its reflecting light that is in fact continuously renewed. This was Edwardsâs analogy for the continuous renewal of the world by the will of God, which creates, to our eyes, seeming lawfulness and identity, but which is in fact a continuous free act of God.⊠Edwardsâs footnote was my first, best introduction to epistemology and ontology, and my escapeâand what a rescue it wasâfrom the contending, tedious determinisms that seem to be all that was on offer to me then. (âCredoâ 27)
The liberation she experienced through Edwards set her on a journey toward something quite different: an artistic vision she would call a âdemocratic estheticâ and an intellectual vision she would refer to as a âreligious belief in intellectual opennessâ (âCredoâ 27).
In addition to pursuing literary studies, she took her first writing workshop with John Hawkes, who, despite his own experimental preferences, gave her favorable feedback and encouraged her to continue writing. After graduating with her B.A. in 1966, she returned to the Pacific Northwest and enrolled in a Ph.D. program in English at the University of Washington. She married, had two sons, and in 1977 completed her dissertation, âA New Look at Shakespeareâs Henry VI, Part II: Sources, Structure and Meaning.â
After earning her Ph.D., she taught for a year at the UniversitĂ© de Haute Bretagne in Rennes. Within a year she had a draft of the manuscript that would become her first novel, Housekeeping. Robinson suspected it was not publishable because of its elevated rhetorical style, extended metaphors, general plotlessness, and gloomy atmosphere. But to her great surprise the first agent who reviewed it decided to represent her, and the first publisher that read the manuscript, Farrar, Straus and Giroux, decided to publish it. The book won immediate praise upon its publication in 1980, becoming a bestseller and eventually the basis for a film, released in 1987 and directed by Bill Forsyth. In the coming years, she would publish many essays as well as the short story âConnie Bronsonâ in The Paris Review (1986), but it would be twenty-four years until she published another novel.
In the meantime she went to work as a professor, accepting appointments at Washington University (1983), the University of Kent, in England (1983â1984), the Fine Arts Center in Provincetown, Massachusetts (1985), Amherst College (1985â1986), the University of Massachusetts (1987), and the University of Alabama (1988). While at Kent, Robinson became interested in the environmental impact of the British nuclear reprocessing plant located at Sellafield. She wrote an essay for Harperâs magazine that claimed that millions of tons of nuclear materials had been dumped daily into the Irish Sea for more than thirty years. Her outrage at the contamination and at Britain turned into Mother Country: Britain, the Welfare State, and Nuclear Pollution, published in 1989. Although the book was a finalist for the National Book Awardâs nonfiction prize and gained a minor reputation within the environmental movement, it remains highly controversial.
Robinsonâs professional wandering stopped in 1990 when she accepted a position at the University of Iowaâs Writersâ Workshop, which continues to be her adopted home. Having divorced a year earlier, Robinson found Iowa City a stable place in which to raise her two children, attend services at the Congregational United Church of Christ, and continue with a project she called her âre-educationâ:
It was largely as a consequence of the experience of writing Mother Country that I began what amounted to an effort to re-educate myself. After all those years of school, I felt there was little I knew that I could trust, and I did not want my books to be one more tributary to the sea of nonsense that really is what most conventional wisdom amounts to. (Fay 210)
The product of this re-education was The Death of Adam: Essays on Modern Thought. Published in 1998, this collection of contrarian-minded essays offered reevaluations of major figures in intellectual history, including Charles Darwin, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, and John Calvin, as well as incisive inquiries into subjects such as the environment, political correctness, nineteenth-century American abolitionists, and the Puritans. The book was also significant for its overt religious commitment. Robinson pronounces herself a âliberal Protestant,â and this perspective informs many of the essays in the book, which explicitly treat religious themes or build arguments on the basis of the ethical substance of the Bible. Despite the unpopularity of her views and the unconcealed moral seriousness of the book, it was mostly well received by the popular press.1
Since The Death of Adam, Robinsonâs reputation has steadily increased. She has become a popular lecturer both in the United States and abroad and a much more visible force in the national literary scene. In 2004 she published her second novel, Gilead, an epistolary work about an aging pastor, which won praise from both the public and prize committees. Many reviewers commented on the twenty-four-year gap between Housekeeping and Gilead, mistaking Robinsonâs focus on nonfiction for a literary âsilence.â James Wood offered a different account, claiming that Robinson possessed a sensibility that was âsanguine about intermittenceâ (âActs of Devotionâ). The success of Gilead would begin the most productive period of Robinsonâs career, which saw five publications in seven years: Home (2008), Absence of Mind: The Dispelling of Inwardness from the Modern Myth of the Self (2010), When I Was a Child I Read Books (2012), Lila (2015), and The Givenness of Things (2015). Like Henry James and, more recently, Philip Roth, Marilynne Robinson has experienced a late-career surge in creative energy. As she enters her early seventies, this productivity shows no signs of slowing.2
Toward a âDemocratic Estheticâ
Robinson is difficult to place among her contemporary American peers. She does not fit comfortably into any of the main postwar literary traditions, whether the postmodernist aesthetic of John Barth, the minimalist school of Raymond Carver, or the world of many ethnic and racial minority writers such as Toni Morrison or Philip Roth. She is sometimes compared to Cormac McCarthy, perhaps because they share some stylistic ticsâantiquated language and King James cadencesâand a strong visionary quality. But their similarities end there, as McCarthyâs work expresses a profoundly violent, naturalistic worldview that is opposed to Robinsonâs religious sensibility. Flannery OâConnor did possess unfashionable religious views, though her approach to fictionâher irony, flat characterization, and flair for the grotesqueâcontrasts with Robinsonâs approach to religious fiction. In an interview, Robinson distanced herself from OâConnor: âFor some reason it is not conventional for serious fiction to treat religious thought respectfullyâthe influence of Flannery OâConnor has been particularly destructive, I think, though she is considered a religious writer, and she considered herself oneâ (âA World of Beautiful Soulsâ).
Though Robinson may not have an immediate affinity with many contemporary authors, she did begin her career within the context of the early 1980s, when the ascendant literary trend was Raymond Carverâs minimalism. Minimalism took Hemingwayâs spare language and made it sparer, stripping away any hint of lyricism, metaphor, and ornamentation in order to render the bare, blighted reality of Carverâs lower-middle-class characters. As Carverâs style moved through major magazines like The New Yorker and filtrated through the universityâs M.F.A. programs, it became dominant and spawned a legion of imitatorsânot including Robinson:
Especially in writing that was recent at the time I wrote Housekeeping, there was an almost puritanical assumption abroad, it seemed, that anything but a kind of plain speech or almost reduced speech, reduced language, was somehow dishonest or mannered or artificial in the negative sense. And of course I donât believe that at all. I think that anything you can do with language that works justifies itself, and anything is fair, anything is open, including long metaphorical passages that at first donât appear to be going anywhere. (Schaub, âInterviewâ 245)
The highly rhetorical, metaphorical style of Housekeeping was a response to the âpuritanical assumptionâ of Carverâs minimalism and his followers. It is similar to her objection toward fiction âmade of stringing together brand names, media phrases and minor expletives, the idea being, apparently, that these amount to a demonstration of how reduced people actually are, though they are in fact no more than the statement of a notably ungenerous faithâ (âLanguage Is Smarter Than We Areâ 3). Robinson offers a more optimistic assessment of ordinary American lives than does Carverâs bleak, enervated perspective. Later in her career, after minimalism had faded from literary fashion, Robinson would change her position on âplain language,â finding âa strong, subtle music in it, which is intimately related to its capacity for meaningâ (The World 128).
If one had to choose, Robinsonâs closest contemporary may be John Updike, the only other major postwar American writer of Protestant sensibilities About his own aesthetic tendency to give detailed attention to the ordinary, Updike wrote, âMy only duty was to describe reality as it had come to meâto give the mundane its beautiful dueâ (The Early Stories [New York: Knopf, 2003], xv). In Robinsonâs review of Updikeâs short story collection Trust Me, she lavished praise on this aspect of his work: âThe plainest objects and events bloom in these stories as if they had at last found their proper climateâ (âAt Playâ). Robinsonâs praise of Updikeâs aestheticism, his idea that âgorgeousness inheres in anythingâ (âAt Playâ), has its roots in the Calvinist value of aesthetic perception. Although they differ in what they describeâUpdike foregrounds bodies and sex, while these remain in the background for Robinsonâtogether their work testifies to a Protestant mode of attending to everyday life.
With his taste for Proust and Nabokov, John Updike was typical of his generationâs admiration for modernism and its descendants. Most postwar authors felt the need to reckon with the innovations of James Joyce, Virginia Woolf, and Ezra Pound, either rebelling against them or carrying forward their mission to âmake it new.â As evidenced by interviews and essays, Marilynne Robinsonâs attitude toward modernism is unusually hostile, with the main thrust of her critique directed against modernismâs politics and moral implications. In an early essay, âWriters and the Nostalgic Fallacy,â T. S. Eliot and Pound are singled out for their antiliberal, antidemocratic attitudes:
Take courtly and ecclesiastical culture as culture indeed, and modern, mass and democratic influences as anti-culture, create explicit or implicit contrastsâand you have a modernist poem. The Waste Land epitomizes this method, exposing the vulgarity of the lower-class lovers in the boat on the Thames by invoking Shakespeareâs Enobarbusâs Northâs Plutarchâs Cleopatra on her barge. (34)
For Robinson, The Waste Land is problematic on political grounds, as it privileges the hierarchical past over the democratic present. In a later interview, Robinson addressed the politics of modernism directly:
The idea of democracy was something that inspired enthusiasm. But it seems to me that the elitist model of culture just overwhelmed American society in the Twentieth Century. People like Pound and Eliot and so on were the enthusiasts of elitism for years and years and years before anything happened to criticize that view, which was a political view. And they taught the idea that democracy and cultural freedom could not accommodate each other. Eliot wrote about that explicitly, Pound talked about that explicitly, it happened over and over again among modernists, the idea that true culture was being crushed and destroyed by Whitmanâs masses. I think itâs ungenerous, fashionable, small-minded thinking that has overwhelmed all the resistance. (237â38)
Robinsonâs critique is rooted in a narrow, political interpretation of Eliotâs version of modernism. Her project stands with âWhitmanâs massesââa phrase that suggests democracy and American nationalismâagainst her perception of an encroaching elitist culture propagated by two American expatriates. Whe...