Book of the Month - Little Giant of Aberdeen County

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I loved Wally Lamb’s two previous books, She’s come undone and I know this much is true, so it was with great anticipation that I awaited publication of his new novel, The Hour I first believed.
In many ways I was not disappointed. Lamb travels well beyond his earlier work and embodies in his new work the themes of myth, good and evil, psychology, family history stretching back many generations, and the questions of faith that lie at the heart of everyday life.
It begins ominously with a true event: the murderous shootings at Columbine High School in Colorado by two students. Woven into this event is Lamb’s protagonist, Caelum Quirk, a teacher at the school who was out of town during the event and his wife Maureen, a nurse at the school. Lamb places Maureen in the library where much of the killing spree took place where she hides and prays for her life in a cupboard. She survives but at a huge cost – she cannot overcome the trauma. Maureen and Caelum leave Colorado and return to his family home in Connecticut where she fights to regain her sanity and Caelum attempts to deal with his wife’s increasing demise. Along the way he discovers his family history as well as his own place in the world. Caelum is a very different man from the cynical one we meet at the beginning of the novel.
This is a book about tragedy and about what happens after. It is also about faith and believing even in face of tragic senseless events. As Lamb himself describes, The Hour I first believed is "the story of an alienated man's quest for human connection, it's a meditation on faith, a fugue about the ravages of war, an investigation of the ways in which chaos can alter the course of our lives, and the ways in which our ancestors may be whispering to us."
Despite its flaws, (it is very long, perhaps unnecessarily so) it is a brilliant book. I did expect some great revelation at the end, a profound marking of the “Hour”. Sadly, there was no event, nor great revelation (unless of course I missed it). But, perhaps this is really what faith is all about. There is no “hour” that one first believes, no magical turning on of a light. Faith is a journey, a quest, built brick by brick, block by block. It is the totality of one’s life made up of the small events, good and bad, and how we approach them and deal with them. And ultimately faith is about connecting with people, believing that one can find good in the world despite the ever present Minotaur.


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