"Haruf was knows as a great writer and teacher whose work will endure. Like the friendly light shining from Addie's window, Haruf's final novel is a beacon of hope he is sorely missed." -Francesca Wade, Financial Times His novels are imbued with an affection and understanding that transform the most mundane details into poetry.
I recommend reading it straight through, then sitting in quiet reflection of beautiful literary art." -Fred Ohles, The Lincoln Journal Star "Haruf is never sentimental, and the ending-multiple twists packed into the last twenty pages-is gritty, painful and utterly human. "By turns amusing and sad, skipping-down-the-sidewalk light and pensive. The story speeds along, almost as if it's a page-turning mystery." -Joseph Peschel, The St. Cobb, The Dallas Morning News "A fine and poignant novel that demonstrates that our desire to love and to be loved does not dissolve with age. "Elegiac, mournful and compassionate.a triumphant end to an inspiring literary career a reminder of a loss on the American cultural landscape, as well as a parting gift from a master storyteller." -William J. Haruf's story accumulates resonance through carefully chosen details the novel is quiet but never complacent." - The New Yorker He has given us a powerful, pared-down story of two characters who refuse to go gentle into that good night." -Lynn Rosen, The Philadelphia Enquirer "A delicate, sneakily devastating evocation of place and character. As a meditation on life and forthcoming death, Haruf couldn't have done any better. Packed into less than 200 pages are all the issues late life provokes." -John Freeman, The Boston Globe "A fitting close to a storied career, a beautiful rumination on aging, accommodation, and our need to connect. But here, in a book about love and the aftermath of grief, in his final hours, he has produced his most intense expression of that yet.
"Lateness-and second chances-have always been a theme for Haruf. spare but eloquent, bittersweet yet hopeful." -Kurt Rabin, The Fredericksburg Freelance-Star The novel is a plainspoken, vernacular farewell." -Catherine Holmes, The Charleston Post and Courier "A marvelous addition to his oeuvre. Haruf's fiction ratifies ordinary, nonflashy decency, but he also knows that even the most placid lives are more complicated than they appear from the outside. When they step out, hand-in hand, into the daylight, they look just as beautiful as they ever did."More Winesburg that Mayberry, Holt and its residents are shaped by physical solitude and emotional reticence. Overnight, in the dark, Louis and Addie murmur their secrets and tend their wounds. But it also provides them with fresh challenges allows them ample room to stretch and breathe and find their range. There’s something moving about the sight of these two 60s poster-children grown old and careworn, and Batra’s film no doubt is trading on that. They keep the film honest when it turns more conventional and pitches towards soap opera. Both give performances of such quiet conviction that it scarcely looks like acting at all. It is a graceful, easygoing September song of a film, complete with slide guitar and autumn leaves the perfect late showcase for Redford and Fonda, more than 50 years after they appeared together in The Chase. And then all of a sudden they’re not news anymore, just another elderly couple pottering down Main Street.īatra made his reputation with The Lunchbox, a charming Mumbai-set romance, and Our Souls at Night shares the same connective tissue. His film is at its most affecting during these hushed exchanges, in the weeks before Louis and Addie take the relationship out of doors, thrilling the curtain-twitchers and rubberneckers and the gossipy old crocks down at Frederick’s cafe. Batra cleverly frames these encounters as an intimate dialogue, like My Night With Maude or a co-counselling session in which the participants are candid and direct in a way they could never otherwise be. He tells her of his extramarital affair and of his failed ambition to become a painter and she in turn tells him about her infant daughter, who was killed on the road. “Talk to me,” she says, once they are sitting in bed, and this is just what Louis does.
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