I started reading Gilead over the weekend and could not help but reflect upon a passage in Jonathan Franzen's essay entitled "the reader in exile." Where he discusses how books are both a catalyst for self-realization and a sanctuary. He quotes from Sven Birkets' on this topic:Inwardness, the more reflective component of self, requires a "space" where a person can reflect upon the meaning of things.
and a persons absorption in a novel, which he likens closer to a state of meditation, allows for this space. Birkets' beautifully describes my short engagement with Gilead perfectly:
I feel a tug. The chain has settled over the sprockets; there is the feel of meshing, then the forward glide.Now the trick is to find the time to get back to that place!
