(We better call a halt to this exchange right now, lest unsuspecting visitors think they’ve arrived at The Wrong Kind of Site!)

I’ve never read anything by Marilynne Robinson, but Gilead sounds extremely interesting. From a 2004 review at the NY Times:

”Gilead” is set in 1956 in the small town of Gilead, Iowa, and is narrated by a 76-year-old pastor named John Ames, who has recently been told he has angina pectoris and believes he is facing imminent death. In this terminal spirit, he decides to write a long letter to his 7-year-old son, the fruit of a recent marriage to a much younger woman.
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Robinson’s book ends in characteristic fashion, with its feet planted firmly on the Iowa soil and its eyes fixed imploringly on heaven, as a dying man daily pictures Paradise but also learns how to prolong every day — to extend time, even on earth, into a serene imitation of eternity: ”Light is constant, we just turn over in it. So every day is in fact the selfsame evening and morning.” ”Gilead” closes as simply as it opened: ”I’ll pray, and then I’ll sleep.”

Sounds very peaceful-making to me.

Froog: I misspoke (and have corrected it) — the site is called Impossible World, singular. It’s a very interesting site, whose proprietor just is fascinated by works of art depicting scenes which have — can have — no real-world counterpart.

He also hosts a blog, where the entries seem to consist mostly (all?) of images which artists and others have sent him, depicting such scenes. Yesterday’s entry was called “Infinite Lego Staircase”:

Ha!

(Sorry for the YouTube/Flash elements here, and even your usual download workaround may be extremely unpleasant — given the latest round of Internet woes over your way.)

Is there a website called Impossible Words as well?

A particularly rich Friday offering this week, Mr S.

So much here to love…