First year novitiates in a religious order in 1950s Ireland attempt to adjust to a life of silence, devotion, discipline, and the self-deprivation of “a strictly regulated life.” Those in danger of leaving – “I’m in jail. I might as well be in jail. I can’t stick this place any longer” – are counseled to wait through one more meal before deciding.

The novitiates, of varying ages, interests and vocations, blend together in a group while maintaining their individuality. Even the best among them can be “bogged to the neck in a spiritual desolation” at times.

This is a nuanced, lovely book that offers the best of men, some struggling with their vocation, some steady on the path. ( )