How could I not?
I never write reviews, but I recognize that my friends on the whole lean toward conservative, (myself included), and I figured this one would raise some eyebrows. I am also compelled to admit that I was nervous even to mark this one as read. That said, I’d like to justify this selection while trying my best not to offend anyone, (though I expect this to be the more difficult feat).
Back to my initial statement, how exactly does one stumble upon a title like this, or more specifically, a subtitle such as this, and not at the very least read the blurb on the book jacket? Following a quick scan of the synopsis and some prodding from the bestie, I gave in. And, that my friends, is how this book ended up on my To Read list.
Full disclosure, I love Jesus and can honestly say that the content of this memoir was pretty far outside my comfort zone. I was on board with the “nice Jewish boy” part, the Church of Scientology part piqued my interest, (strictly from a curiosity standpoint, not an I think I’d like to “explore” this religion standpoint), but I wasn’t sure I was ready for the gender reassignment.
Having made it through all but the 2-1/2 pages near the end that she warned me to avoid, I can now say the following:
I am still quite certain that I will never truly understand Scientology, and/or how anyone, let alone tens of thousands of people, subscribe to its beliefs. (I assume I’ve already offended someone.) Please don’t read this as me being judgmental, I’m just being honest – it confuses the hell out of me and just sounds like one of the most bizarre organizations I’ve ever delved into.
Also, the idea of feeling as though I was born the wrong gender is entirely foreign to me, and try as I might, imagining what that would truly be like is… well, I’m not there yet.
The story was an interesting one. Kate Bornstein has had a life about as different from my own as I could possibly imagine. The honesty and rawness of her storytelling, the intimate details she disclosed, and her willingness to share with the world her life experiences, was both admirable and a bit terrifying (at times). A lot of the talk about her sexual encounters was too much for me, and I don’t say that strictly from my conservative Christian background; my struggles were more with the fact that she wrote this book for her daughter. I would be horrified to know these things about my own parents.
That said I’m glad I read this. It was enlightening, at times funny, a little scary, but also fascinating. I think Christianity gets a bad rap because so many of us are too quick to judge. I can appreciate the fact that Bornstein and others like her, travel in circles I would never dare enter, and share experiences, pain and trauma I’m too afraid to examine for more than the few pages I run across them in a book. This book wasn’t really written for me – though I did gain some insights – it was for people who need to not feel alone, or like freaks, or condemned by those of us who just don’t understand.
The book was reasonably well written. I feel like it could have used slightly better editing, but it held my attention, and ended up being more engrossing than I’d anticipated.