I can't remember when I first heard of Housekeeping, certainly long after it was published in 1980. But I was immediately gripped by the quality of Robinson's writing. Prose is sometimes lazily and unhelpfully described as haunting, limpid, poised, poetic; here, it's true. Although Robinson's later Gilead series is justly lauded, for me this is her masterpiece. Taut, moving and with such a feeling for the inner music of telling and told.
-- @FullCreamMilk, May 2016.