And Ye Shall Be as Gods
Audrey Holloway: Chapter 22 tore me apart. The desert confrontation between Jacob and the ghost of his father was raw and radiant all at once. Jan Notzon writes landscapes like living souls every shimmer of heat felt like God breathing, every shadow a memory waiting to be forgiven.
When Jacob kneels and says, “The desert neither punishes nor sanctifies,” I whispered that line to myself again and again. It’s the kind of truth that only comes from someone who’s walked through doubt and still dares to love the divine. Jan doesn’t write faith as certainty; he writes it as wrestling.
What I admire most is that he trusts readers to feel the ache, to hold the questions. Our book club sat in silence after finishing that chapter not because we were confused, but because we were moved. Jan, your courage to explore the unresolvable makes you a rare kind of writer: one who honors mystery instead of explaining it away.
When Jacob kneels and says, “The desert neither punishes nor sanctifies,” I whispered that line to myself again and again. It’s the kind of truth that only comes from someone who’s walked through doubt and still dares to love the divine. Jan doesn’t write faith as certainty; he writes it as wrestling.
What I admire most is that he trusts readers to feel the ache, to hold the questions. Our book club sat in silence after finishing that chapter not because we were confused, but because we were moved. Jan, your courage to explore the unresolvable makes you a rare kind of writer: one who honors mystery instead of explaining it away.
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