As someone who grew up in a Southern Baptist Church, later becoming nondenominational without a clue as to what it meant, I was susceptible to many of the same new-Calvinist and far-right influences Ward writes about. Brilliantly exposed through both autobiography and reflection on our socioreligious environments, one can’t help but to read one more chapter even though you said that an hour ago. And while surely captivating, I have a lot of complements, complaints, and critiques left to give.
As someone raised in a similar environment, I found myself constantly relating and remembering moments from my upbringing. While I did not have many moments of regret and maintain a positive relationship with those responsible for my religious youth, I can’t help but relate to the far-right politically-disguised conferences and Christian music festivals. I almost went down that same pipeline that’s so dangerous. I was the young, pro-life, anti-LGBTQ, Republican that I was cultivated to be. So when I read this book, of course I wasn’t going to put it down. It is written with elegance, full of detail, and will not let you go even when you are not actively reading it. And, it shows you how deconstruction is NOT something to fear.
But I also have a few unanswered questions and critiques. I wasn’t expecting such an autobiographical account. I was expecting some biographical elements that allowed to author to reflect on the socioreligious environment at large, but there was much less of that than anticipated. I guess that means I really missed the title (lol). But then again, maybe I was so caught up in the relatable content of it all that I missed some of the more compelling aspects that these other reviews mention. Now that I have had time to think on it, having finished the book last night, maybe there was a lot that I did miss. But I also think that part of my uneasiness with it was the random jumping between that biographical aspect and the commentary of American society/identity at large. One moment we are hearing a story about the author’s youth and the main characters involved, the next we are talking about anti-abortion movements, then out of nowhere we are moving on to another topic like Christian rock. Again, maybe it was that I was caught up in it all. But I also think the writing was sporadic, though certainly better as it moved toward the 2016 campaign season.
Another critique I have, though I admit maybe weaker, is I felt the author’a hesitancy. While he certainly was critical of some of the characters and movements, it was far from the condemnation many of it deserves. While I sympathize and agree in the sensibility of respecting and working with others on compromise and whatnot, some of the actions taken by others in the book are inexcusable. It just feels like the author dismisses these with a “yes, I acknowledge this is bad, but…” I wonder why this hesitancy exists. And I don’t doubt that we all experience this hesitancy, but it’s further confounded by the idea that truth is an answer with no “deliverable.”
My critique and review is not meant to be hostile. I just want to ask and push the author - which is not a bad thing. I think there is a lot of unanswered questions and brilliant thinking by Ward that this book is too short to contain. I certainly give this book praise as for the audience it is written for, and I certainly uplift it as a light that change is possible.