Many novels goal for the soul or search for the that means of life, but Ellen Cooney’s poetic 10th novel receives to the coronary heart of the matter with more informal candor and wit than most.
Due to price range cuts at the medical center in which she works as chaplain, the unnamed narrator of One Night Two Souls Went Walking has been relegated to the night shift. As the day-dreaming, frizzy-haired youngest of a large, sporty family, the chaplain is used to standing out and keeping oddball company. For a while, she was accompanied on her visits with sufferers and families by Bobo Boy, a rescue mutt turned remedy canine. But Bobo Boy has died, and now a new canine joins her on nocturnal visits both real and extraordinary.
One Night Two Souls Went Walking is a walk and a meander, following the errant path of the chaplain’s questions: What is a soul? What is holy? The chaplain’s conferences with folks that are injured or dying monitor a host of various answers, and the narrative slips among characters’ stories as easily as a shadow glides along a wall.
The novel reads like a diary confession, its informal writing fashion studded with pop culture references and exclamatory asides. As sufferers confide in the chaplain, she in turn opens up about her family, love lifestyles and dreams, engendering in readers the identical open, gentle way with which she ministers.
If the e-book has a climax, it's far a mysterious trip taken by the chaplain and the dog in the course of an influx within the emergency room. Cooney’s novel expands the concept of what’s possible, imagining hope in which there's none and pointing always in the direction of the light.