Growing up in the nineties in a semi-rural area near a medium-sized town in Yorkshire, there was one Mormon family living in our village. They were one of the biggest families in the village and were viewed as being a bit odd. One of the children was in my class at school; we were all friends with her, I’d often play with her as she lived on the same street as some other friends, but she couldn’t participate in everything the rest of us did. For example, when we went to swimming lessons with school when we were 9, she was the only pupil in the class who couldn’t swim already.
Fast forward to 2009, I’d lost all contact with this Mormon girl I’d known in my youth (I’d moved away from the village of my youth) and was now at university. One day when I was in town, a Mormon missionary managed to grab hold of me and get me talking. I wasn’t yet knowledgable enough to get myself out it so. I didn’t really know what Mormonism was about; I knew I wouldn’t believe it because I had enough knowledge of the world to know I didn’t believe in religion, but I didn’t have any arguments to refute what I was being told. They gave me a Book of Mormon and told me to read it so the truth could be revealed to me. I was open to the idea of improving my knowledge so I read a few pages. I didn’t get much further than that. A quick Google search gave me enough ammo to know that what I was reading went against scientific findings but was in concordance with general beliefs in New York at the time when the Book was “revealed”. I educated myself well enough to have some counter arguments so I could bring doubt to conversations. I met with the Mormons a couple more times, but once they started trying to get me to agree to go to their temple, that was that. This was probably the first step I took in the direction of being interested in why I don’t believe in religion.
Fast forward again to 2018. I’d managed to get a bacterial infection in both my lungs and it wiped me out for weeks. I had to stay home but I didn’t have the energy to do anything. It was at this time that I stumbled across Richard Carrier’s lectures on YouTube. It wasn’t a huge leap from Richard Carrier to David Fitzgerald. David is a very charismatic lecturer and I found myself very interested in the theories he was presenting. I’d already bought Carrier’s book on the Jesus myth (and two books on that in a short time frame seemed a bit much), so I thought I’d try Fitzgerald’s book on the Mormons. I had it as an audiobook but didn’t get around to listening to it before I was back on my feet and gave my reading time back to physical books rather than audiobooks. A couple of years later, we’re all stuck at home because of the Corona virus pandemic and I got back into audiobooks.
Some of the information Fitzgerald presents here was already known to me from my surface study a decade ago, but a lot of the details were new to me. The further I got into the book, the more I found myself questioning how people could have fallen for any of this in the first place. But they did, and people still do. I went through a range of emotions (annoyance at how women are treated, incredulity at the brazenness of some of the leaders, horror at atrocities committed). Fitzgerald’s style and presentation kept my interest right up to the end - and the book ends perfectly.
I genuinely believe the Mormons are nice, well-meaning people who are indoctrinated into a specific lifestyle from a very young age. If you want to know more about those people who sometimes call at your door (or try to flag you down as you’re doing your shopping), this book is a great and interesting read.