OK, this is a weird choice, probably. It’s a strange book. But it’s definitely one of my favorites, and I re-read it constantly. So it gets a spot here.
Written by Andrew Davidson, it’s the story of an unnamed man who gets into a horrific car crash on Good Friday, after a bout of drinking and drug use. He is severely burned over most of his body. While recovering in the hospital, he receives visits from the mysterious sculptress, Marianne, who insists they were married in a past life–a really past life, when they lived in Medieval Germany, and she was a nun, and he a mercenary archer.
The story combines religion, medical stuf (which I looove), Dominican stuff (which I also love, since I am a Dominican) and episodes that take place in Japan, Iceland, Victorian England, Italy, Germany, and the levels of Dante’s Inferno. There is sculpting and some incredible meals. (There’s even a dog, for those of you who like dogs in your stories)
It’s an eclectic book. You’ve probably never read anything like it, and if I hadn’t been burned during my transplant surgery, and had a skin graft, I don’t know if I would have liked it as much. But I generally love stories that have a medical element, and this combines many of my favorite elements in one gloriously rich novel. It took the author ten years to write, I heard.
You’ll learn a lot when you read this, but in a good way. (Gargoyles, by the way, are waterspouts. The things we think are Gargoyles? They’re called Grotesques.)
Trust me. It sounds really weird. But it’s an incredibly rewarding read.