President Abraham Lincoln, was embalmed and interred in 1862, in the vault belonging to a W.T. Saunders describes a period – hundreds of years, or perhaps a few hours only – in a graveyard, Oak Hill Cemetery in Washington, DC, where William (Willy) Wallace Lincoln, the son of U.S.

It is no wonder that Saunders was awarded the Man Booker Prize for Fiction for the novel in October 2017. George Saunders has written a new type of story which I think of as Magic Realism in reverse.

It is also beautiful, memorable, tremendously emotional and has “a triumph!” written all over it. Formally daring, generous in spirit, deeply concerned with matters of the heart, it is a testament to fiction's ability to speak honestly and powerfully to the things that really matter to us.I wrote this review of Lincoln in the Bardo carefully, and I spent some time making sense of it, because the genre is a variant that I had not come across before, and it contains dialogue in forms that the author, George Saunders, had created specifically for each character in the novel. Lincoln in the Bardo is an astonishing feat of imagination and a bold step forward from one of the most important and influential writers of his generation. Within this transitional state - called, in the Tibetan tradition, the bardo - a monumental struggle erupts over young Willie's soul. Willie Lincoln finds himself in a strange purgatory, where ghosts mingle, gripe, commiserate, quarrel, and enact bizarre acts of penance.

'God has called him home.' Newspapers report that a grief-stricken Lincoln returned to the crypt several times alone to hold his boy's body.įrom that seed of historical truth, George Saunders spins an unforgettable story of familial love and loss that breaks free of its realistic, historical framework into a thrilling, supernatural realm both hilarious and terrifying. 'My poor boy, he was too good for this earth,' the president says at the time. In a matter of days, despite predictions of a recovery, Willie dies and is laid to rest in a Georgetown cemetery. Meanwhile, President Lincoln's beloved eleven-year-old son, Willie, lies upstairs in the White House, gravely ill. The fighting has begun in earnest, and the nation has begun to realize it is in for a long, bloody struggle. Unfolding in a graveyard over the course of a single night, narrated by a dazzling chorus of voices, Lincoln in the Bardo is a literary experience unlike any other - for no one but Saunders could conceive it.įebruary 1862.

Lincoln in the bardo review