From the award-winning author of Denial comes a novel about a New Age writer whose life is irrevocably changed when a devastating climate disaster forces him to confront his belief in the existence of God.
What if God spoke to you? Would you hear Him? Would you obey His command?
Arthur Zinn, an author of high-end spiritual texts, has fallen in love with a librarian married to a newfound close friend. When an environmental disaster threatens her life, Arthur’s frantic prayers lead to a mystifying event that challenges his assumptions about the nature of the universe and the divine. In God and Sex, Oregon Book Award winner and acclaimed screenwriter Jon Raymond masterfully entwines themes of ecology, mortality, art, faith, and the tangled complexities of carnal love.
Jonathan Raymond is an American writer living in Portland, Oregon. He is best known for writing the novels The Half-Life and Rain Dragon, and for writing the short stories and screenplays for the films Old Joy and Wendy and Lucy (both directed by Kelly Reichardt). He also wrote the screenplays for Meek's Cutoff and Night Moves, and was nominated for a Primetime Emmy for his writing on the HBO miniseries, Mildred Pierce.
Raymond grew up in Lake Grove, Oregon, attended Lake Oswego High School and graduated from Swarthmore College. He received his MFA from New School University in New York.
When politicians talk about divine intervention, God help us. Only a Being of infinite forbearance could endure the implications of negligence lodged against Him.
This month, as Texas parents were still looking for the bodies of their children, Homeland Security Secretary Kristi L. Noem said, “I’m extremely grateful for God’s hand in that whole situation because hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of people were saved.”
That blinkered accounting is shocking but not unusual. We’ve heard repeatedly that God nudged an assassin’s bullet away from Donald Trump’s head in Butler, Pennsylvania, on July 13, 2024. Why He didn’t offer that same protection to firefighter Corey Comperatore is left unmentioned.
Don’t press too hard on the sloppy logic of public praise for His preferential protection. God, we’re left to assume, is either a capricious gangster or a distracted lifeguard.
Miracles are a tough challenge for modern theology — the happy twin to the problem of evil. As the subject of political bromides, angel-touched TV shows and life-after-death bestsellers, divine intervention hovers outside the world of rational thought and scientific investigation. Miracles are even less likely to break through into the realm of literary fiction.
That’s what makes Jon Raymond’s new novel, “God and Sex,” so fascinating — and so unsettling. Without a hint of religious posturing or angelic wing-flapping, Raymond asks, Could you really stand to have your prayers answered?
The story takes place in laid-back Ashland, Oregon. Raymond — the author of several novels, including “The Half-Life,” and the screenwriter for HBO’s “Mildred Pierce” — is in no hurry to get it going. The narrator, Arthur, describes himself as “a minor writer of spiritual texts.” His books are those quasi-academic, Emersonian titles that thoughtful people exchange on holidays. Arthur drills down on single subjects — such as “light” — and offers up neatly packaged discoveries, profiles and reflections ranging from scientific to mythopoetic....
"His maturity was galling. He was so capacious, so deep. Was he telling me the truth? I wondered. I wasn't sure. This might be yet another punishment he'd devised. He was roasting me in the fire of his kindness, branding me with his red-hot poker of forgiveness."
I picked this up because of its title of course... And actually had a great time with it. We have a sympathetic writer who moves back to his mom's place in Oregon after his latest flop caused him a depression. Once there he decides to write a book about trees and gets in touch with the kindest biology professor Phil and his wife Sarah...with whom he falls in love and starts an affair...
I didn't think the ideas were particularly thought-provoking - as the title might have suggested. I probably would have preferred for the characters of Phil and Sarah to be deepened further, but that's OK, it was all very entertaining.
2.5 predictable and underwhelming. the writing was really good which kept me reading, even though i wanted to give up. the god aspect of it was very surface level and definitely just gave straight male spiritual anxiety vibes. would’ve loved if he got a bit deeper with this one and spent more time on the aftermath post-climax instead of the super long buildup, which felt unessecary and boring…
Contains much promise. Reminded me in passing of another novel about a less-than-fervent reaction by an adulterer to possible divine intervention, set down the same Pacific Coast back in the 1980s, Brian Moore's Cold Heaven. I thought Jon Raymond's screenplays for Mildred Pierce and Meek's Crossing were great; I haven't seen Night Moves. He uses his native Oregonian settings well in print and in film.
However, as First Cow to me (as directed by frequent collaborator Kelly Reichardt) indulged in "Co-Exist" hipster sentiment and very anachronistic Upper Left Coast sensibilities, so Sarah in this novel has a dig at her husband's cozy, campus-bound, snobby sinecure. Whereas our rambling narrator of Sex + God can't shake skepticism endemic in coddled college towns in the Heartland and bicoastal segregation into smug enclaves at odds ("Trust the Science") with inland "rednecks" of surprisingly diverse complexions and ethnicities. (Even if both Americas can't get going without gallons of coffee.) Wisdom needed to be divulged in this investigation of our mindsets but Raymond’s attempt at evenhanded satire or social commentary lacks depth or nuance.
Raymond lofts feeble potshots (compare Spokane native Jess Walker: see my reviews, especially of his recent So Far Gone) at the red-state big-truck denizens, but his earnest alter ego (at least in crucial scenes) is not convincing as a writer somehow able to eke out a living without much to show beyond little-read studies. Arthur’s “Tree Book” project hints of inspiration, if often a pat synthesis of secondary sources, early in the narrative, but I wearied of the novel’s uneven pace. I happened to wait for a flight today, on a few hours' layover diving into this arguably nevertheless thoughtful summer pick for eggheads. Yet it’s glaring how pedestrian Arthur’s style remains; this may reflect Raymond’s depiction of a mid-level but marginal, muddled professional failing to rise to a provocative set and setting at Mount Hood. Or it may betray its storyteller’s blinkered vision of mystery of deities amid doubt.
Fittingly, bogged down by its scribe grappling with shuffling among shopworn scenarios, eager Arthur quotes Rumi, Aquinas, and Meister Eckhart while seducing the cute wife of Phil, his doddering mentor; messy couplings carry the rush of passion by a fortyish, cagy, balding, dumpy, nattering guy. He engages intermittently in insight amidst too clunky a quotidian plod-plot. A lumbering gait fills smoky, forested pages. Feeble minds trying to figure out the cosmic meaning of questions baffling the smartest.
A semi-climactic and “act of God” (?) reveal keeps enough uncertainty to spark a credible what-if? But Raymond, if he may be aiming at another cinematic adaptation, fumbles the aftermath. In a power pivot reminiscent of The Salesman, by Joseph O'Connor, or even bits of any tall tale, tables get overturned.
A brisk, casual, offstage way Raymond recounts the tragedy of key figures may possess sudden and shocking verisimilitude, but his twist left me rolling my eyes, as I would if viewing this as arthouse movie.
Nevertheless, potentially rich themes--Northwest culture clash; Western wildfires; the publishing "moment" we're in for sylvan saunters; the difficulty many if not most in his audience will share with belief in a personal God of caprice, detachment, and irony; the challenge of sussing out love long term from sexual attraction; the folly of having an affair while talking one's self, and two selves, into rationalizing affection as biological, a baby-making imperative.
So I'd recommend it with reservations. Raymond lacks the chops to cut this chattering tale-teller to efficient size. This could have worked if 40% its length, a strong editor, and a disciplined creator. Perhaps Raymond's ties to cinema generated a clever pitch he's prepping for in print. Yet the conceit doesn't sustain momentum. It's tangled up into self-conscious prose too chatty to match its epic topics.
It's amply pitched at our current WTF moment, but in Arthur's clumsy hands, Sex + God doesn't deliver the knockout punch in its wobbly stance. It may be accurate (I learned of it at Powell's Books at Portland's airport) as to its constituents, but the overeager, self-righteous, New Age-tangled narrator runs after an ethereal concept which can't do justice to the two big ideas of his grandiose title. Author and protagonist pant, bested by these raw primal drives.
As someone who grew up religious, this book hit probably the right cord for me. A look at choice and coincidence and where we assign ownership of outcome. This delves into providence and whether we ourselves actually have a choice in God's plan. But what is this book about, this book with such a strange title? Well, it is about both sex and God. There are some spicy scenes that kind of grossed me out. I think this author really failed at writing these moments in the book, case in point the below quote (hidden because it is just gross):
But if you can get past this truly bad moment (or 2) there is actually a good book here. A book about love, lust, and betrayal. A book about loss and yearning. A book that explores the themes I shared at the start of this review in a really dynamic way. It has an unsettling way of exploring our control and the secrets we keep and for me, despite the gripes, was a well crafted short novel that hit home.
I am not an enthusiastic fan of this book. I was intrigued by the description, and I tend to gravitate toward novels that explore spirituality. I guess the tip -off on this one should have been sex in the title and term carnal knowledge in the promotional blurb. The intimate scenes were too graphic for my taste and seemed devoid of morality based on the protagonist’s books that reflect spirituality with science.
Arthur Zinn is a forty-something author who has had a mildly successful career. After his last book on Light failed to achieve any recognition, he retreats to his mother’s home in Ashland, Oregon to regroup and plan his next writing project. As Arthur contemplates writing a unique perspective on trees, he meets Phil, a college professor with a focus on ecology. Through his deepening friendship with Phil, Arthur becomes acquainted with Phil’s wife, Sarah, with whom he begins a lust fueled affair.
The pace of the novel is slow with detailed explanations of trees – both from a natural and symbolic viewpoint. The pace picks up with a description of a monstrous wildfire on Mount Hood which leads to an event that calls into question Arthur’s beliefs about God and spirituality. His dilemma is understandable, but it left me wondering how far he would go to rationalize his behavior in the betrayal of his friend. This is a flawed protagonist that does not engender much goodwill.
My appreciation to the author, the publisher, and NetGalley for the privilege of reviewing this book. The opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.
Pretentious and overwritten, there is little in this book to enjoy and less to admire. The story is banal, the characters flimsy, and the spiritualism shallow. The narrator sounds like an over wrought sophomore.
as the new york times says, "god and sex" is two of the biggest small words in the dictionary, and it's a great task for an author to write about two of the most difficult and vast themes in literature.
and he did a great job!!
the first half of this book mainly focuses on the "sex" part, while the second half of the book discusses the "god" part, and i thought that it was all lovely. It was beautifully written, and even though the book is only like 240 pages, its content is so large that i really don't think I'll be able to sum it up adequately in this review.
Along with god and sex, Raymond also discusses what it's like to be a writer, how being an author means you're essentially a thief, stealing ideas and stories from other people. He spends almost 80% of the book talking about and describing nature. The scenes of nature in this book are grandiose and epic, and even the wildfire is one of the most sublime things I have ever read. The descriptions of the wildfire are terrifyingly beautiful, as the gothics would probably describe the sublime to be.
but is god real? does it matter if he's real? god is only as real as you wish him to be. god is only real if you're looking out for him.
the narrator mentions the story of Abraham and how he's willing to murder his child just because god said so. to the eyes of the believer, Abraham is faithful, loyal, and the ideal religious guy. but to the eyes of everyone else, he's a psychopath who probably needs to be put in a mental hospital for trying to kill his own child. who is to say one interpretation is right? are you even a true believer if you've never actually questioned your faith? isn't believing in god also ultimately a selfish act, to believe that your actions and desires and beliefs and deals with god can actually change the lives of those around you and your environment? isn't believing that a simple prayer could change your life (and others' lives) ultimately conceited?
all that is to say, i loved the discussions of religion in this book. because the narrator wasn't religious to begin with, his ideas about miracles and all that jazz are really interesting, and I loved how he tried to reason with religion without it being to preachy. it was wonderful.
and the sex part was good too, I guess LOL. i love a good story about adultery, but that's just me.
anyway, solid story! if you want to read about religion from a rational point of view, i highly recommend this one. ok bye!!!!
Well, the title is apt…there’s a lot of ponderously elevated talk about both God and sex here (not to mention some gratuitously graphic descriptions)…but mostly it’s just another adultery novel, in which the rationalizations for the characters’ deceit and betrayal rise virtually to the level of satire (whether intentional or not). On the positive side, there’s also some lovely nature writing, some interesting reflections on the writing process (the protagonist/narrator is a writer), and scary evocations of the dangers and harms of climate change. If this sounds like too much for a relatively short novel, it is. And some odd, insufficiently explained aspects of the characters’ backstories only complicate the plot. I give Raymond credit for his ambition…but I don’t think it’s realized here.
Raymond captures life so beautifully in his writing. And as always the characters and dialogue take center stage. The three main characters share the spotlight equally. I always enjoy a character who is wholly good, no matter the scenario and Phil continued to be felt, even when he wasn’t being mentioned. I did feel like having Arthur explain his shock and grief in the book sometimes felt underwhelming— and that’s not how information gets revealed in Raymond’s books, but I digress
Plot wise it was satisfying. I enjoyed learning about the trees, nature and just living in the PNW. My favorite passage is when Arthur calls his mom and we get some of the best characters interactions as well as the first mention of “god” in the context. Great storytelling as always and excited for the next one, be it on the screen or the page.
I've been in a novel reading slump for a few months, and even though on the surface this book is about very little (mostly about writing a book, having an affair, and making deals with God), it gripped me enough to get me out of my slump. Very good writing and very good exploration of creativity, love, guilt, and grief.
Three stars at the most, and the longer I think about it, the less I like this book. Here is some praise, though: the story explores the sacred nature of trees in a touching fashion; and there is a chilling and skillful account of what it's like to fight for safety and limit destruction in the middle of one of the huge forest fires, this time in Oregon, that are becoming ever more common, given the advancing Climate Catastrophe. But here are some criticisms: the narrator/author is most concerned about himself as a writer, with lots of musings on what all that's like; the over-arching love affair that drives the story is described from his view only; neither the narrator nor the woman, possibly fathered by the controversial Guru Rajneesh, ever explores that counter-cultural history in any depth; the book is feathered with musings about the nature of G-d that offer neither the narrator nor the reader any particular insight; and the ending offers no resolution to the various plights described. I don't plan to read any of Raymond's other books, or to see his movies, but he is not altogether without talent, either. Sort of like the narrator often describes himself, sincere but mediocre.
honestly closer to 4.5 maybe even 5 but it’s abt a man and written by a man so it can never quite get there. best book i’ve read this year tho. deeply readable and i greatly enjoyed how arthur is so severely unlikeable. choosing to believe that we are meant to see him as such and anyone who doesn’t think that is dumb. everything was done so well and nothing was overdone. very real.
This book sets out to be some exploration of god and trees, but, like anything involving straight men and religion, veers into a study of the fragile male ego. A man believing god could actually give two shits about his affair with his friend’s wife is a mental illness, but it’s not treated as such. Good writing though. Would make a decent miniseries/movie.
I picked up this book in hopes to understand more about a character’s relationship with God and sex, as the title would suggest. It’s not quite really about that - is there God? Yes. Sex? Yes. However, both of those themes aren’t truly the point of the novel.
The novel explores a man’s friendship with a knowledgeable mentor and peer, and eventually his journey of breaking their trust in this friendship.
Jon Raymond does a brilliant job of describing the internal struggle and monologue of the protagonist, and taking me through the mind of such a flawed character - so much so, I’ve found myself utterly hating him for being imperfect, but this is just the nature of being human.
The writing is descriptive, somewhat predictable to see where the story is heading through intentional cues.
There were a few opportunities I wish Raymond would’ve dug deeper and explored, one of them being the conversation with Arthur’s mom: the idea that women are obsessed with their holes and men are obsessed with God and power.
There’s something almost capital-R Romantic about this novel — Perhaps it’s the navel-gazing quality, or the lack of modernity in its content. Almost would’ve preferred it as an epistolary work, rather than a novelist noveling about himself. The blurb writer did me dirty on this. Environmental issues are pretty secondary to guilt issues…
I wouldn’t likely be friends with any of the primary characters: Phil, the unflappable zen professor; Arthur, the cowardly and deceitful writer; and Sarah, the sometimes-intellectual, sometimes-new age librarian who seems to crash through the world. But that’s what I appreciated about it. Aside from Phil, who I believe was made intentionally one-note in order to act as a foil to Arthur (whose character flaws shone next to Arthur’s sincerity and above-it-all-ness), Sarah and Arthur were unlikable because they were complex. They were human. They reminded me of real people I know or have known.
I particularly appreciated the way Sarah’s shift in identity handled. I won’t spoil it here, but suffice it to say that while the move might too easily be discounted as cheap, a heteronormative expression of the patriarchy, the conflict Sarah has with who she’s been, what she decided about her life, and how she’s changing is a real and urgent-feeling thing. Women blow their lives up all the time over this exact internal shift.
I’m not a mystical person myself, but the small bit of magic, or God, we see in the second half of the book creates a massive amount of tension and intrigue, making the final 100+ pages fly.
I have to note here, too, the cleverness of the plot’s structure. Is this the tree book Arthur was writing IN the book? Seems to be.
This is one of those books that blend reality with fiction and in the end you don’t know whether this is a story or a memoir.
This is one of those books where you fall in love with the protagonist, you can find yourself in him, and then you hate him, but still find him relatable, and then you feel pity and all the feelings that come with it.
This is one those books, where actually not too much happens, but Jon has a way of making you want to read about every single detail of the ordinary moments. The ordinary moments, the thoughts of the characters, the interactions, the dialogues - they make the pace of the story and you just can’t put the book out of your hands.
This is a book, that doesn’t give you the answers, but just more questions than when you started reading.
Jon Raymond gives us so much to think about in this brief morality tale full of passion and heartbreak, friendship and betrayal wound movingly around the nature of the miraculous and the mundane. Arthur, our narrator, falls in love and has a passionate affair with Sarah, the wife of his good friend and intellectual inspiration for a book he is writing on trees, Phil. In the background of this love triangle is mother nature in all her rage and beautiful uncaring cycles of creation and destruction. The wild fire that nearly kills Sarah presents the reader with the question at the core of this story, how to live an authentic yet moral life, how to live in the face of the constant drum beat of environmental disaster and ultimately, how to know God, if there is such a being. Fabulous.