A gorgeous prose poem, a companion piece to the devotional/passionate/erotic poetry of the Beguines, St. John of the Cross, the testaments of all the mystics, medieval to modern, who have balanced sense and ecstasy and tried to make it a narrative and a life, put it into words, make it a daily experience you could live with. I found Sister John believable, human, and hard to pinpoint - traumatized girl, fat girl, mystic, middle aged woman, epilepsy victim, aging nun. For me, Salzman's narrative had more character than the characters, and the passages of poetry, either from the Rule or scripture or Sister John's poetry, was the heart of this novella. Ultimately it was a "slight" novel - revolving around a single decision, a short period of time, a limited cast of characters - but ultimately too I only wanted this narrative to be a prose poem, nothing more. It's not a novel on the scale of Anna Karenina and should not be held to the same standards. Another favorite of the same novella/prose poem genre that comes to mind is Delillo's The Body Artist or some of Jeanette Winterson's work. Too bad we've lost that genre for sales purposes at least.
I read this mostly on the subway and at home on a rainy Sunday. Which only reinforced the idea of a prosaic world, grace, epiphany, transformation out of reach - and the book points to how to live with that absence.