Chris Adrian discusses his novel, The Children's Hospital, at McSweeney's. The book is set in a floating hospital six miles above the Earth following an apocalyptic deluge, which despite the stage, makes for people extraordinary in their ordinariness, as he suggests.
Having had a child spend some time at the University of Kentucky Children's Hospital (I'm a huge fan of the people and work there), the novel title grabbed my attention while browsing the Web recently. And the fact that Adrian was (is?) a pediatrician and currently studies at Harvard Divinity School further interests me, as do the themes of loss and redemption and meaning-making that he, according to these reviewers, so ably explores on this ark in the twilight of human history.
My reading list is impossibly long as it is, but it does appeal.
It appeals because belief as a kind of magic - whether it is maniacal or measured, hypothetical or heroic, serene or gullible - saturates the human experience. It is the last, least, smallest and heaviest atomic element, unseen and unsettling, time burdened with hope.