A Meditation on Suffering
“Joe Hoover has shaken the theodicean tree and stands among the fallen apples—wormy and bruised, laden with grace and gravity. Part Rolling Stone, part Rutter’s “Requiem,” O Death, Where is Thy Sting? serves up sups of Hopkins and Robert Ingersoll, doses of Job, both joyous and sorrowful mysteries, before which we mortals sit in silence, marveling.”