“I want to understand faith—its basis in brain function and genes, its growth in childhood, its deep evolutionary background, its countless cultural and historical varieties, its ties to morality, and its many roles in human life . . .”
Konner has a background in medicine, anthropology, and neuroscience. Raised as an Orthodox Jew, at the age of seventeen he lost his faith but retained an interest in the religious impulse. Technically an atheist, he’s not a strident one and differs from the well-known “Quartet” of uncompromising non-believers: Dawkins, Dennett, Harris, and Hitchens. Konner asserts that humans are not rational beings, that they’re more or less hardwired for religion, and that religion can be a force for good. Noting that even though fewer and fewer people in the developed world identify themselves as believers (statistics show that with material progress religiosity decreases), Konner is nevertheless convinced that religion will persist in a large minority, perhaps (in some form) in a majority. In his book (whose first three long chapters I read) he promises a scientific look at the evolution and history of faith, interspersed with elements of memoir—personal stories of religious and irreligious encounters.
In the few chapters I read, I became impatient with the author’s long-windedness. I also questioned some of his authorial choices. Instead of getting to the point, he tends to meander. For example, he states that as a college freshman he took a course in analytic philosophy that shook the belief out of him. However, the details he provides about this transformation seem extraneous rather than pertinent and supportive. We read about his inattentiveness in class and near failure of the course, and we wade through several abstruse quotations about “being” from Jean-Paul Sartre and others. How these details relate to his loss of faith was beyond me. What I do know is that I was quickly losing confidence in him as a guide and dreading further less-than-compelling “personal stories”.
It’s entirely possible that I didn’t give this book enough of a chance. The subject matter interests me, but I wanted sharper, cleaner writing. I felt I was going to be travelling a long and winding road that led mostly to frustration.