A surprisingly smart and complex book - which I hope doesn't sound like I was expecting the opposite due to it simply being a Christian one. I mean it more in the sense that, given its secondary title at least, I was prepared for something a bit more superficial, unchallenging and banal - in other words, more of a breezy "Christian lifestyle" kind of book, instead of the examination of how faith, theology and neuroscience interact, that it was.
Now, I'm sure many a sceptic would say Jennings - if he's anything worth acknowledging at all - is a Christian writer well before he is any kind of authoritative voice on brain science. Yes, he's also a practicing psychiatrist, but so can any halfwit be who thinks they know what life is all about and that they are some kind of genius for making it this far without blowing their brains out.
And if I'm being completely honest I did find some of the diversions into the brain - "Johnny Boy thinks God's waiting to smite him once he steps outside, his such-and-such lobe is obviously swollen due to this or that imbalance" - at best comical and random, at worst just a little silly.
I also did not so much appreciate the liberal number of glimpses given into Jennings' real-life patients and their cases (presumably with pseudonyms employed, though I don't recall him stating so: "Doctor, how could you? My life, my career, it's all ruined cause of what you wrote!"). Although some of these were insightful and served well to demonstrate one point or another, some of them were just baffling to the point that you had to wonder if they were entirely truthful. I mean, what was going on with the guy who wanted his fortieth birthday present to be for his wife to go and fetch some young, sexy girl for him to sleep with? Who the hell is this guy? What kind of Christian is that?
And I'm not playing the purity card here, believe me. I can absolutely buy - even, God help me, sympathise - that he was sexually unsatisfied and felt like a little celebratory, extra-marital sex might temporarily sate his sinful urges. I'm not condoning this, or saying it's something I myself would consider lightly. But I know what men are like. I know what I am like, in the darkest and most pitiable recesses of my own infected soul. But, for God's sake, go and be a shit husband and then beat yourself up over it when it's done with and hasn't brought the expected fulfilment without having to torment and humiliate your wife by making her an accomplice. It wasn't the sin of the matter that annoyed and shocked me, so much as it was the cartoonish villainy of the husband.
Thus, it's hard to sympathise with the wife in her tearfully self-deprecating confession to Dr Jennings - "Oh, I know the Bible says a wife must submit to her husband, and I am a sinner if I don't follow his command and fetch some teenage concubine for him. But something in my conscience tells me it's just wrong in some way. I cannot - I will not - honour my husband's wishes this time. Even if it makes me a despicable sinner for disobeying Ephesians 5:22-33".
Huckleberry Finn, this woman ain't. Tell your husband to go fuck himself - literally, if he's so goddamned horny. (Sorry about the language, by the way. I usually wouldn't swear in a review for a Christian book, but this time I just feel like it is necessary to truly express myself. I never said I was a perfect Christian).
But if we put aside this little rant, and the other, smaller ones unsaid about similarly dumb or condescending moments where Jennings goes all Lee Strobel and shows what an amazing shrink he is, this book really is a very good one, with many powerful and fairly original insights into how false conceptions of God can often harm our personal relationship with him, not to mention our fellow travellers. I thought it was just going to be some feel-good dance around the fact that people are naturally predisposed to believe in some form of higher power (or, say, concept), whether that is God, some awkward sense of relativistic Goodness, some blood-stained ism or another, or some hotshot politician/celebrity/philosopher who apparently cannot do wrong. I'm going - always have and always will - wholeheartedly with the first one.