This was a perfect book for my interests, and just the kind of thing I would love to write someday. It’s a bereavement memoir that opens with Stott’s father succumbing to pancreatic cancer and eliciting her promise to help finish his languishing memoir; it’s a family memoir that tracks generations through England, Scotland and Australia; and it’s a story of faith and doubt, of the absolute certainty experienced inside the Exclusive Brethren (a Christian sect that numbers 45,000 worldwide) and how that cracked until there was no choice but to leave.
Stott grew up with an apocalyptic mindset, always expecting the Devil’s interventions and the End Times. She remembers being angry and afraid all the time. The 1960s, when she was a child, were a time of retrenchment for the Brethren: under JT Junior, the rules became stricter than ever. Brethren weren’t to have any contact with nonbelievers, even doctors or their own family members. They couldn’t join unions or go to movies. There was a spate of Brethren suicides, and a mass exodus in 1970 when a sex scandal involving JT Junior broke. Against this backdrop her father, a Brethren minister turned actor and gambler (he later went to prison for embezzling from his company to fund his gambling), is a larger-than-life figure: “My first memories of my father are of the walking-on-eggshells kind. He was big, he was volatile, and though he was often affectionate and funny, his affection sometimes had a sharp edge.”
The book conveys a huge amount of information about Brethren and family history but never loses sight of what is most important: what it was actually like to be in a cult and have your life defined by its rules and its paranoia about the outside world. The book is divided into rough thirds, “Before,” “During” and “Aftermath,” and in the final section it is particularly fascinating to see how both the author and her father rebuilt their lives without the foundation of religion. He fell in love with Ingmar Bergman films and Yeats poetry; bought cars and crashed them; went to casinos. She engaged in minor acts of teenage rebellion – hippie clothes, pot – and had her imagination captured by Darwin’s ideas. For the first time she learned to trust her intellect and to be willing to admit doubts.
I now want to read everything else Stott has written, especially her two historical novels and two nonfiction books about Darwin. I own one of each.
Favorite lines:
“I was constantly watching – or listening – for Satan, hearing the tapping of his hooves on the cobblestones in the streets of Brighton, looking at the children in the primary school playground and imagining the scale of the wickedness in their homes.”
“Why had these decent young Brethren men turned into bullies? Because closed, rule-bound, discipline-focused totalist systems like the one we lived through made dissent virtually impossible. It paralysed people.”
a Brethren motto: “Let us put away our playthings for the world is in flames.”