A Home at the End of the Worldby award-winning novelist Michael Cunningham has just come and gone on my 65 Book Challenge list and has left me slightly devastated in the process. It’s possible that due to having turned the final page only a little over an hour ago, I’m experiencing an overwhelming feeling of loss. And what follows may be a rant in that same vein.
A Home at the End of the World is a book I don’t want to re-read. I don’t want to keep it on my bookshelf as a reminder of the tragic tale; I don’t want to even consider having to go through that emotional rollercoaster ride all over again. So I’m going to pack it away into a cool, dark corner until I’m ready to look at it once more. Why? It’s not because it is a terrible book, but because it is a rather brilliant one. Michael Cunningham proves well why he is a Pulitzer Prize caliber novelist.
A Home at the End of the World is told through the first-person perspective of a varied amount of protagonists, but there are two in particular who seem destined to hold the leading line throughout this story: Bobby and Jonathan meet when they are quite young; they grow and the people around them change and come and go, but they are the two stable figures with the strongest connection. Cunningham’s story follows them from boyhood to manhood as they struggle with themes related to family, sexuality, love, and heart-break -- Michael Cunningham pens each expressive moment with a sure and steady hand.
If you are looking for a happy read, you’ve come to the wrong place. However, if you want something that will make you think, make you question alternate definitions for the term ‘family’, make you want to sit down and cry, then A Home at the End of the World is a good choice for you! Oh, and once you’re finished (and emotionally recovered) you can check out the film by the same name which is, of course, based on this book. As always, your thoughts and opinions are welcome and I’d love to hear what you think about the novel and the movie (or both)! Happy reading! :)