The reason why Calvin Baker is one of my favorite living writers is that he works in a rarefied strain of literature whose practitioners include Faulkner and Morrison, Calvino and Cormack McCarthy: allegorists whose stories are tinged by parable and psalm even as their sensibility remains keenly attuned to the avant garde. Grace is a tale of existential isolation juxtaposed against a sense of interpersonal connection that borders on the Brahmanic. The perfectly balanced counterpoint produces a book so universal and timeless you could almost believe it had been unearthed from a medieval crypt, even as its critical but always compassionate observation of human folly positions it squarely within the increasingly fractious ethnic, cultural, and sexual paradigms of the postmodern world.
In his long-awaited and brilliant new novel, Calvin Baker offers us the soul-enlarging story of one man’s quest for love and understanding that takes him to all corners of the globe. A tale that blends exquisite language and profound insight in a way that only Baker could have written.
Global, personal, and finally transcendental, Grace involves us completely in its hero’s extraordinary quest for meaning. Calvin Baker has written a wonderful and deeply affecting novel.