This is among the books that have moved me. It isn’t a pretty story, by any means, but it is powerful. It had me laughing, and at the end, crying.
It all unfolds so vividly, that I felt as though I were watching the story as a silent character myself. I had a hard time putting it down, and couldn’t wait to pick it up again when I had to put it down.
The jacket cover describes it as “Boisterous, ribald, and ultimately shattering.” I couldn’t come up with better adjectives for it. It’s not a novel for the faint of heart, but it is very much a vivid word-painting of the battle between good and evil. What is ultimately shattering about it, to me, is that in the end, even the “good” is only filthy rags. The book is dark, with only glimpses of light, and even that little light is dim compared to the Light of God’s mercy and grace.
Ultimately, it ends without hope, and that is its tragedy, albeit a powerful and moving one.