James Schaap has created powerful stories about fathers and their “kids” — big kids, even grown-up ones. Sometimes it’s from the father’s viewpoint, sometimes that of the son or daughter. Always it’s a “reality check,” a yardstick to measure what we know — or don’t know — about our own critical relationships. These vignettes are life lived out in all its joy and tenderness and grief and hard complexity. Some of it is rather harsh stuff; it’s not prettified to meet a certain standard of purity. Happy endings are not a given. Grace is – in ways we always knew and never knew, in ways that unexpectedly satisfy. We want more – because here we have tasted the real thing. Here is “love that will not let us go.”
The characters and landscapes are as rich and full as short story allows. Part of my enjoyment in the book is how many stories reflected my life, both as a father and a son (not to mention spending time in both Wisconsin and Iowa as a Christian Reformed Dutchman). My only beef with the book was how appallingly edited it was.