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Phil Christman is perhaps my favorite essayist, and this collection is just superb. I don’t know how many times I’ve read his essay on masculinity (included here as “How to Be a Man”), but it’s been one of the three or four essays that has truly fed and watered the roots of my own self-understanding.
I’m pleased to say that there are even better essays within, particularly his essay on faith and religious fundamentalism. Our backgrounds in religious fundamentalism are different and similar enough for it to feel like I’m reading about an alternate universe version of my childhood: “One was enjoined to trust in the mercy, for one’s own part, absolutely, and to expect the wrath of the judgment on any other person, equally absolutely. It may be due to my lack of Keatsian negative capability, my yokelish desire to make sense of things, that I can’t imagine how this schema works for anyone.” And yet, growing alongside the fear and contradiction and outright lies of a fundamentalist world, there can still be found faith, hope, and love. (Christman calls himself, “perhaps inevitably after all that confusion . . . religious these days but not spiritual.”)
Often when I read his essays I feel like I’m lost in a dark forest with a half-working flashlight; my own ignorance and smallness show up big time. But he has a way of writing that saves face, as if to say, “we all feel that way in differences of degrees, not kinds.” And then my world expands, sometimes a little, sometimes a lot. His essays on bad movies and “middlebrow” culture are perfect examples of this.
Other times, or rather, often simultaneously, his essays are poignant and surprisingly touching, such as his essay on marriage. And it helps that he is just really funny, too. “Being normal” has never felt so strange and terrifying and maybe even a little beautiful.