How do we reckon with the character of Job?
Job, the titular book of the Bible about the man who gives it all. His wife, his children, his prosperity, his happiness, his future. But he gives it all away at God’s commandment. Piles of pain but the devotion aibdes. The measurement of material things is temporal, but faith abides. In the words of Shalom Auslander, "Job is the man who did nothing wrong, and was wrong. Job says at the end of the story - I despise myself. That’s the happy ending” (p.65).
“Feh”, the devaluing Yiddish word of disgust or interjection, is examined. We as a reader can not escape it, because it's in the air we breathe. The wide canvas of Western religious expression, alarmist journalist and economic injustice all built on the historical stories we tell about ourselves. Writing in the closing sentences of chapters, Auslander reminds us, stories are powerful things.
Auslander shares in his memoir stories of growing with a disapproving father, a grim ultra-orthodox yeshiva, and humiliation from unexpressed erotic desires. Whether it was the Victoria’s secret catalogues, or bids for affection from a girl at school, Auslander contends with the entrapment of an emotionally fraught father and merciless rabbis in his budding years. It will of no surprise that he found corners away from the proscribed life toward one he could build himself. He takes on the “feh”, and its entire worldview. What it all comes down to is that God is not the good guy. The stories are full of misery. A downer. A bummer. He states “My life would be immeasurable better if they’d taught me 'The Three Little Pigs' instead” (p.10).
Fortunately, Auslander moves from Moses and Solomon to Kafka, Becket, Vonnegutt, and Carver. He looks to modern writers like Nigerian novelist Chimamanda Nogozi Adichie, who cautions us about the dangers of a single story. “This is the secular, the free, the accepting” (p.144), he writes, finding an identify beyond his staid jewish upbringing. Literature and humor become the languages of defiance and self-expression. Pornography from Penthouse or downtown sex shows give an eye into a non-judgement world. In his writing, he rcontextualizing Bible stories like “the man who was lazy”, “the man who deserves it”. It gives some breathing room to the reader to laugh distance from all the suffering.
At times Auslander balances a blistering contempt with a tender hopefulness. The prohibitive religious lifestyle, that turned his innerworld into a Kafkaesque nightmare is one he never wants for his sons. It can make for some beautifully expressive writing too. “This is the story i’ve endeavored to raise our sons with: You are loved, without question, without reservation, no matter what you do, no matter what you become, from the moment you were born until the end of time. The end (p.65). It’s a remarkable spin away from the Old Testament view of the merciless and punishing God. The story of a man and a woman banished from Eden, because of the theft of an apple. These stories can be in use, like flickers of discord or judgement, but we are the storytellers and storytold. Creators and created. And despite the centuries of suffering expressed or provoked by thinkers from Schopenhauer to Rand, we may have the ability to tell a different story.
Auslander has a gift of pulling these different narrative threads together. Bible stories. Religious education. Philosphical treasties. Screenwriting travels with Phillip Seymour Hoffman. Encounters with the unhouses on the streets. Documentary experiences with his son and their LGBTQA+ group. We get these amazing portraits of Aucklander encountering suffering. He is at a cocktail event celebrating a succesful wrap of a pilot episod, only to learn the primary actor is dead. He winds down a cigarette looking onto his three-bedroom property. He shares contempt for a wig store employee's belitting father.. And pelts out insults at the news anchors and actors who feast on the stories of the dispossesed. It often feels like we are riding with a creative writer who in need of a life raft from all the tribulations of daily existence. Some story to make sense of all the pain, not rooted in a tempestuous God.
This is a really great read. It made me think of some of the brilliantly shocking work of David Sedaris or late Coen brothers movies ("A Serious Man"; " The Ballad of Buster Scruggs"). Commeting on the facileness of the entertainment industry, the freakish attitudes of the wealthy in Los Angeles, and the wanton poverty on the streets, Auslander reminds us that there is money to be made off all the "Feh". It's never been a better time for prophets of doom, from industry and religion, to profit from us. We can't go on, but somehow we go.