A review by gengelcox
Sunday At Home by Nathaniel Hawthorne

slow-paced

1.5

Let’s describe this in a high concept way: imagine Rear Window meets the 700 Club. The narrator here is a bit creepy, although his (and I assume it is a he, although that’s not made clear) language is quite lofty. There’s not much plot. The narrator comments on the sun rising and shining on the church which he can see from behind a curtained window across the way, then he continues to describe what occurs at the church on the sabbath. The creepiness is exactly what he notices, like how the young girls all wear white stockings. And, of course, there’s the racism, with a particular egregious line about how the “sable” colored rejoice in the fact that once they die, they will be white in heaven.