“Conclave”  by Robert Harris

With the dark nights, reading is back on the menu here in downtown Asdee. The favourite right now is Robert Harris’ “Conclave “. It’s a thriller set in a fictional conclave in the Vatican. Based in just two rooms, the Sistine Chapel and the Santa Martha boarding house, the main character is Cardinal Loneli. Doubt is seen by him as central to faith. There is also a Cardinal Tedesco, an intelligent ambitious conservative.

Ray Keane says he reminds him of himself, James Duggan really likes Cardinal Loneli but Norelle Whyte’s favourite character is the French nun whose intervention is crucial.

It’s a powerful read.


One thought on ““Conclave”  by Robert Harris

  1. Bone
    Mary Oliver

    Understand, I am always trying to figure out
    what the soul is,
    and where hidden,
    and what shape
    and so, last week,
    when I found on the beach
    the ear bone
    of a pilot whale that may have died
    hundreds of years ago, I thought
    maybe I was close
    to discovering something
    for the ear bone

    is the portion that lasts longest
    in any of us, man or whale; shaped
    like a squat spoon
    with a pink scoop where
    once, in the lively swimmer’s head,
    it joined its two sisters
    in the house of hearing,
    it was only
    two inches long
    and thought: the soul
    might be like this
    so hard, so necessary

    yet almost nothing.
    Beside me
    the gray sea
    was opening and shutting its wave-doors,
    unfolding over and over
    its time-ridiculing roar;
    I looked but I couldn’t see anything
    through its dark-knit glare;
    yet don’t we all know, the golden sand
    is there at the bottom,
    though our eyes have never seen it,
    nor can our hands ever catch it

    lest we would sift it down
    into fractions, and facts
    and what the soul is, also
    I believe I will never quite know.
    Though I play at the edges of knowing,
    truly I know
    our part is not knowing,
    but looking, and touching, and loving,
    which is the way I walked on,
    through the pale-pink morning light.

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