This is perhaps the 4th of Rudy Wiebe's books that I have read and definitely the most powerful. A man, after 25 yrs, is trying to come to terms with his son's suicide. 24 yrs ago, in 1992 my sister aged 48, took her own life by intentional overdose, after a 30 yr struggle with mental and physical illness. Although I'm not Mennonite, my religious background(since left far behind me) was staunchly Calvinist and suicide was considered the ultimate, hence unforgivable sin. I felt while reading this, that the author must have had personal experience with familial suicide in order to be able to write so eloquently and sensitively about it. And sure enough, an online review of this book in the Globe and Mail revealed that his own son had died of suicide in 1985.
Although I was not my sister's parent, I could relate to a lot of the monologue/dialogue in this book. I could feel the pain, the questions, the doubt. I can't remember when I last read a book that dug so deeply into my being as this one has.
I think this book is definitely not everyone's cup of tea. It is depressing and I thought reading of the day-book entries was a bit prolonged. I enjoyed the presence of Owl, his wisdom, and insight, especially during the conversation about Hunger Animal.
All in all I thought this was an amazingly well crafted novel(?) and I was driven to keep reading it. I'm glad I accidentally stumbled upon it in my local small town library. Divine guidance? Who knows.