A GR friend of mine, Kristen, wrote a review of this book that led me to read it. I'm about halfway through now and my attitude toward it (in terms of stars) has ranged from 2 to 5, settling for the moment at 4.
As I mentioned in a comment under Kristen's review, I find Robinson's writing a bit dense. I consider this my fault, pretty much a consequence of my vocabulary and literary background being less robust than Robinson's. The obvious solution to this problem is for me to read the book with dictionary in hand and to read up on Freud, B. F. Skinner, Jonathan Edwards, William Tyndale, Calvin, Sophocles, Euripides, Virgil, and others whom I have at least heard of, and to also read up on the Manichees, Mircea Eliade, Phoebus, Tiamat, Aeschylus, and others I have never heard of. Should I do this, perhaps I would more appreciate such sentences as (from page 14), "Aeschylus, Sophocles, and Euripides would surely have agreed with Virgil's Aeneas that the epics and the stories that surround them and flow from them are indeed about lacrimae rerum, about a great sadness that pervades human life."
Alas, it appears I am not up to this enormous task (although I did look up "lacrimae rerum", expecting it to be a misprint, and found it is a Latin phrase meaning "tears of things"), so I will just have to take her word for it that such an agreement is sure and that said agreement is relevant to whatever point she is trying to make. Despite being out in the cold at this point, I did from time to time wrest a glimmer of understanding (I think) as I read her first essay. Nevertheless this was a low point (2 stars) in my reading of this book and I wondered whether it would be useful for me to carry on. Since I hate to quit reading a book I have started and since it isn't a very long book (only 202 pages), I decided to persevere.
In the next essay, Imagination and Community, I learned that she believes it is a most-often-forgotten truth that "it is in the nature of people to do good to one another". This is a sentiment I can understand and one that is hopeful and happy and with which I happen to agree, although I would have put "most" in front of "people".
I am somewhat uncomfortable with Austerity as Ideology (the third essay), since (if I understand her correctly, a possibly unwarranted assumption) it appears she feels Austerity (she capitalizes it) in the United States, presumably in government spending, is somehow evil. Why? Well, because it falls mainly on the poor. And why does it fall mainly on the poor? Because so much government spending benefits the poor. She seems to take the attitude that government debt (although she hardly mentions it by name) should expand indefinitely if that's what it takes to keep from cutting back on benefits for the poor. I find that a bit scary, but then, I'm not one of the poor, so what do you expect.
Now we come to Open Thy Hand Wide: Moses and the Origins of American Liberalism. In this essay she defends Calvin, pointing out that Calvinism (portrayed by many "to mean a certain kind of unlikable excess wherever in the world it might be discovered or imagined") doesn't relate very closely to the teachings or philosophy of Calvin. I don't know much about Calvin, but from somewhere I have gotten an impression of him as a severe hell-fire-and-brimstone kind of person who condemns to hell all those not otherwise predestined by God to be saved from such a fate. So it was somewhat of a surprise to me to read on page 77 the following quote from Calvin's Institutes of the Christian Religion (sorry about the length, but it is necessary to get the full impact):
"The Lord commands us to do 'good unto all men,' universally, a great part of whom, estimated according to their own merits, are very undeserving; but here the Scripture assists us with an excellent rule, when it inculcates, that we must not regard the intrinsic merit of men, but must consider the image of God in them, to which we owe all possible honour and love; but that this image is most carefully to be observed in them 'who are of the household of faith,' inasmuch as it is renewed and restored by the spirit of Christ. Whoever, therefore, is presented to you that needs your kind offices, you have no reason to refuse him your assistance. Say he is a stranger; yet the Lord has impressed on him a character which ought to be familiar to you; for which reason he forbids you to despise your own flesh. Say that he is contemptible and worthless; but the Lord shows him to be one whom he has deigned to grace with his own image. Say that you are obliged to him for no services; but God has made him, as it were, his substitute, to whom you acknowledge yourself to be under obligations for numerous and important benefits. Say that he is unworthy of your making the smallest exertion on his account; but the image of God, by which he is recommended to you, deserves your surrender of yourself and all that you possess. If he not only deserved no favour, but, on the contrary, has provoked you with injuries and insults,--even this is no just reason why you should cease to embrace him with your affection, and to perform to him the offices of love. He has deserved, you will say, very different treatment from me. But what has the Lord deserved? who, when he commands you to forgive all men their offences against you, certainly intends that they should be charged to himself."
This quote struck me powerfully as expressing profound truths. It reminded me very much of part of King Benjamin's address in the Book of Mormon, Mosiah 4:16-26, but it made connections that King Benjamin did not and that had never occurred to me. The first is the role that forgiveness plays in making sense out of helping others even when they have "provoked [us] with injuries and insults". Doctrine and Covenants 64:9-10 comes to mind. And the second is that when we help someone in need, no matter if it is someone who seems not to deserve our help, we are helping Jesus who more than deserves our meager help. Matthew 25:34-40 comes to mind.
Now comes her essay When I Was a Child. Have you ever read something that touched you unexpectedly to tears? If you have, you will understand what I'm about to describe. I have no idea how to explain it, but the paragraph I'm about to quote from page 88 had just such an effect on me.
"I remember when I was a child at Coolin or Sagle or Talache, walking into the woods by myself and feeling the solitude around me build like electricity and pass through my body with a jolt that made my hair prickle. I remember kneeling by a creek that spilled and pooled among rocks and fallen trees with the unspeakably tender growth of small trees already sprouting from their backs, and thinking, there is only one thing wrong here, which is my own presence, and that is the slightest imaginable intrusion--feeling that my solitude, my loneliness, made me almost acceptable in so sacred a place."
I wish Robinson would forget about Freud and Mircea Eliade and Virgil and all those others and just write such simple, humble, beautiful paragraphs all the time. I'm going to keep reading When I Was a Child I Read Books hoping, perhaps unreasonably, that I will encounter another paragraph like that one. But if I don't, it's OK; having discovered that one paragraph more than makes up for all the "denser" ones.
I've finished the book now and am glad I did, but most of what she wrote went over my head. If you have read this far in my review and consider the quotes I gave valuable, then you might venture a reading of this book. I believe you will find it a worthwhile experience, especially if you are more fully versed in literature than I am. For the casual reader, perhaps better to find a different book to occupy your time.