[In Now and at the Hour] Alph Le Blanc, an ordinary, family man who is a factory worker, lies in bed during (what he fears and cannot at first accept) the last weeks of his life…. In the narrowing circumference of his days he comes to know pain, the glimpse of forsythia and visits from falsely cheerful friends and family.

He has the force of his faith behind him as he comes quietly to realize the power of an uneventful but good life….

Now and at the Hour is, surprisingly (considering the author's control and incisiveness), a first novel. In spite of its subject, it is anything but repellant, for Alph's humanity and his courage—and not his illness—are its center. This is writing and perceiving of a rare fineness and distinction. I recommend this poignant book with the greatest earnestness and pleasure. Reading it has been...