Let me start out by saying that I feel bad giving this book three stars. Not because the book deserves more--I think three stars is just about right--but because the author is such a nice guy.
I met James Rubart at a Christian writer's conference several years ago. Back then, I was a teenager still in college, struggling to write even a short story that I was happy with, wondering if I was meant to be a writer or if I should just quit while I was ahead. Rubart was the keynote speaker at a local writer's conference, and he talked about his own journey in writing Rooms. Apparently, he too had enjoyed writing stories as a child, had given it up as an adult, and thought his writing days were over when his wife told him, "I think God wants you to write a book." So he did, and he had it published.
Hearing Rubart's story was such an encouragement to me that I decided to give writing another shot. He talked about jumping off a metaphorical cliff--making a leap of faith--and "building your writing wings on the way down." That was just what I needed to hear at the time, and I think back on his words often when I feel discouraged.
All that being said, I have to add that perhaps Rubart should have spent more time studying wing building before jumping off the proverbial cliff.
Rooms is not a bad book. It actually has a good story to tell--the story of how God went after one man and helped bring him back to where he was supposed to be, and gave him much more besides. Rubart illustrates this in a very creative way: Mica, our protagonist, inherits a mansion whose rooms actually reflect parts of his soul. These rooms show him who he is, what he was created to be, and how he strayed from his destiny. They show him areas of his life that still need work, like a room full of dirty movies and a room with an unfinished painting.
The prose is good--it moves the story along at a nice clip without bogging the reader down in too much description. Rubart is somewhat unapologetic about sprinkling his prose with pop culture references, which adds a bit of realism to the book....for the first few chapters, anyway. After a while, the endless references to Lost, Apocalypse Now, Jack Johnson and just about every other pop culture icon you can think of grows old. He does the same thing with Cannon Beach, where the story is set: At first, the description is good, vivid, and shows Rubart has clearly been to Cannon Beach. But he overdoes it when describing "luxury hotels just steps from the sand...." by naming each and every one of them. Rubart, I got the hint that you know what you're talking about when you described the beaches, the grey skies, and the pine trees. You don't need to name every single building and outbuilding in town.
The characters are....okay. They're well drawn, but Mica is the only character Rubart shares enough details on. I didn't fall in love with any of them, but they felt real enough, I guess.
My biggest problem with the book was the theology. Now, I know that many readers have complained that it was too "holy-roller" for them, and that's fine. I'm not one of them. I go to church every Sunday, I've been to church camp--in other words, I'm what those readers might call a "holy-roller." And I STILL had problems with the theology.
My first problem is that the sin in Mica's life is too easily dealt with. For example, he escapes his problems by watching dirty movies. After he becomes a Christian, he feels a twinge of guilt for going to a raunchy comedy. He comes home, and the mansion has sprouted another room: It's filled, floor to ceiling, with dirty movies. Jesus comes in and destroys them all. Mica is never tempted to watch another dirty movie again. Puh-leeze. Whether you believe in sin or not, I'm sure that many of you reading this review have tried to kick a bad habit, or have gone on a diet, or have tried to abstain from something for any length of time. It's HARD. Don't believe me? Ask someone who has tried to kick smoking if, once they resolved not to smoke anymore, they were never tempted to smoke another cigarette. (You'll be laughed out of the county, so be prepared.)
That leads to my second problem: Christianity is portrayed as a panacea for all of life's problems. I've been a Christian for quite some time now, and I can tell you that it is NOT a cure-all, that once you accept Christ, your problems will all either make sense or vanish altogether. What Christianity gives you is perspective, a way to understand the tragedies and pitfalls that occur, and peace in the hard times that will inevitably come.
My final problem--and I think this was the biggest one--is Rubart's treatment of businessmen. He doens't portray them in a negative light, exactly, but Mica only begins to soften when he starts to drift away from the software company he founded. At the beginning of the book, he is shown as somewhat ruthless; by the end, he is a genuinely nice guy. What changed? His vocation, mostly; turns out God never wanted him to start a business. God wanted him to be an artist. Mica became an artist, and everyone lived happily ever after.
Now, I can see how that could happen. I can see how someone could start a business when their true calling was art, and how they could be happier as an artist. However, by having this happen to Mica, Rubart seems to be saying that you can only serve God in the artistic realm. If you are good at business, if you are successful in business, then that's all fine and dandy; but if you want to make a difference for God, you had better improve your painting skills or take up guitar, because that's the only thing that makes God happy. Your business is little more than a distraction.
In reality, that's not the case. I know many successful Christian businessmen and women, and they have had a HUGE impact for God. They run their businesses and conduct their lives according to God's standards. They are ethical and fair in all their dealings, they give to charity, and they are active in their communities. Many of them have families, and they are careful to take time out of their lives to build those families, to spend time with their kids and spouses. Could some of these businessmen and women be great artists underneath it all? Sure. But they have had a bigger impact on their communities than they ever could have had in the artistic realm. Business was their calling, they went after it with all they had, and it's clear God has blessed them for it.
In conclusion, Rooms is not a bad book. It just wasn't as good as it could have been. I do hope Rubart's later books are better, as he is a nice guy and I don't wish him anything but the best.