“Your cold mornings are filled with the heartache about the fact that although we are not at ease in this world, it is all we have, that it is ours but that it is full of strife, so that all we can call our own is strife; but even that is better than nothing at all, isn’t it?
And as you split the frost-laced wood with numb hands, rejoice that your uncertainty is God’s will and His grace toward you that that is beautiful, and a part of a greater certainty, as your own father always said in his sermons and to you at home. And as the ax bites into the wood, be comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion in your soul means that you are still alive, still human, and still open to the beauty of the world, even though you have done nothing to deserve it. And when you resent the ache in your heart, remember: You will be dead and buried soon enough.”
― P. Harding, Tinkers
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This was a sad and striking tale filled with elegant prose. After reading the review from fellow Goodreads member, Scott Axson containing this well turned description: ““Tinkers” is a deeply philosophical dialectic couched in the very simple story of a man’s life and death, and I’ve read nothing that comes closer to helping me comprehend the wondrous, and frighteningly diaphanous, nature of our existence.” I am convinced that audio didn’t do this book justice. I listened to it while puttering around the house and while certain phrases stayed with me, I think this was not the best way to enjoy this book.
Tinkers is on my Christmas list and I know I will get more out of it in front of the fire than I did vacuuming.
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