As Marilynne Robinson and I waited to begin our digital conversation about her now novel, Jack, attendees logged in. They came from Wisconsin and Las Vegas and Oregon, and also from Singapore, Germany, Hungary, the United Kingdom—all to hear from a writer whose first four novels were set in rural Iowa.
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