Remember "The Tenth of December"? George Saunders again, and he is amazing.

Just these few minutes ago, I finished George Saunders's new and first novel, called Lincoln in the Bardo. Those of us who read his collection of short stories, The Tenth of December will not be surprised that this novel is very unusual, so odd that I had to read some reviews to figure out the setting. So strange, flat out weird and yet incredibly touching and challenging, it was an amazing experience.

The entire story unfolds in one night, in a cemetery that, as my husband Rick says, is filled with people too old and dead to talk. Yet they do, as it is populated with souls who can't or won't accept that their old lives are over, that no one will come for them. One person, a Reverend, is an exception. He knows he is dead and yet is too afraid of final judgement to move out of this in-between state. These lost souls are frozen in their old pain, their old burdens, which distort their appearances to their last, lost regret.

Into this village drops the incredulous, innocent young Willie Lincoln, beloved son of the then President of the United States. He traveled here by way of a fever, lost during a Presidential reception that provided a backdrop for the agony of his father, Abraham Lincoln. Willie can't move on out of belief that his father would come for him and bring him back. When Lincoln does come again, it shocks all in this limbo to rethink. Would someone come for them too? Will Lincoln help them? Can Willie? If not, why are they still there, waiting? And yet, we know the truth - no matter who or why, death is final.

Poor Lincolns, young and old. The pain is palpable in this amazing novel, hard to bear even when some aspects are comic. Abraham Lincoln's great burden is beautifully rendered while barely described - a grief-stricken father, a husband whose wife is driven mad and so musters on alone, a President responsible for scores of deaths as he tries for a greater and longer term good, a man who buoys so many, even as they cling to him and threaten his ability to take his very next step.

These souls lost in limbo exemplify Lincoln's burden. His young son, caught in the abyss can't  imagine his father won't lift him away. But it is Lincoln's sorrow that enables him to go on, and also allows all these souls, caught in limbo, to accept their own situations,  illuminated by the great man who finally accepts the loss of his beloved son.

This is not everyone's cup of tea novel, granted. Still, it is a wonderous thing.

Lynn wrote from the beach today that she also has a great novel to recommend, The Sympathiser by  Viet Thanh Nguyen which won the Pulitzer Prize in 2016. Can't wait to move on to that one! See you all soon.