"Love in the Ruins"

I read through contemporary novels much more quickly than I read through classic novels or poems. The Oddysey, for instance, took me several weeks to finish, even though it's not that large. In the middle of it I stopped reading. Love in the Ruins, on the other hand, a novel by Walker Percy, took me five days, and it's larger than the Oddysey. For the curious, here's a bit of what I love about Love in the Ruins:

 

     "Papa, have you lost your faith?"

     "No."

     Samantha asked me the question as I stood by her bed. The neuroblastoma had pushed one eye out and around the nose-bridge so she looked like a Picasso profile.

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     I wonder: did it break my heart when Samantha died? Yes. There was even the knowledge and foreknowledge of it while she still lived, knowledge that while she lived, life still had its same peculiar tentativeness, people living as usual by fits and starts, aiming and missing, while present time went humming, and foreknowledge that the second she died, remorse would come and give past time its bitter specious wholeness. If only-- If only we hadn't been defeated by humdrum humming present time and missed it, missed ourselves, missed everything. I had the foreknowledge while she lived. Still, present time, went humming. Then she died and here came the sweet remorse like a blade between the ribs.

 

Percy's novels are full of such What's-wrong-with-us passages. In this novel, Doctor Thomas More, a lapsed Catholic, invents a device to measure the ills of the human soul. He plans to use it to save America and the world, which he believes are falling apart in some sense. The tool, however, is mostly diagnostic. It can cure people but only for short periods of time. Chesterton said that for every author, there is one title from his books that can describe every book that he has written: for instance, Dickens's was Great Expectations. Similarly, Doc Thom More's device is descriptive of each of Walker Percy's novels. His novels, Percy said this, are "diagnostic." They examine and describe the ills of the modern soul. And every time I read one, I find myself getting excited and saying to myself, "He's right! He's right!" Also, they have wacky, fun plots, and they're really funny too. So, what's not to like?