Several weeks ago, I met with a dozen other women to discuss Steven Peck’s novella A Short Stay in Hell.
What followed was one of the more spirited and thought-provoking discussions that our little book club had seen for many months. People disagreed, passionately so, about nearly every aspect of the book: some loved it, some hated it; some found the ending hopeful, others found the ending depressing and bleak; some felt the author had captured something essentially Mormon in his depiction of a quantified eternity, and others were troubled that a practicing Mormon author would create a universe that explicitly stated that Mormonism was wrong and then thrust a good Mormon man into a seemingly endless Zoroastrian hell.
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