Alistair Venn spent seventy years seeking God. He studied theology, renounced wealth, withdrew to a monastery, wandered into politics, sat alone in a forest for a year and a half. He learned to pray without words. He read the Buddha and Shankara. He gave everything away. And still the thing he was looking for remained just out of reach. Then, in old age, he met a retired plumber named Nicholas - a man who had never searched for anything - and began to understand that the question might have been wrong all along.
The Eye of the Needle is a quiet, precise novella about the weight we carry, the lives we don't live, and what it might mean to finally accept the one we did.
Alistair Venn spent seventy years seeking God. He studied theology, renounced wealth, withdrew to a monastery, wandered into politics, sat alone in a forest for a year and a half. He learned to pray without words. He read the Buddha and Shankara. He gave everything away. And still the thing he was looking for remained just out of reach. Then, in old age, he met a retired plumber named Nicholas - a man who had never searched for anything - and began to understand that the question might have been wrong all along.
The Eye of the Needle is a quiet, precise novella about the weight we carry, the lives we don't live, and what it might mean to finally accept the one we did.