I started out reading this book as an alternative to another on Roger Williams that I couldn't find. With the author, Mary Lee Settle, being a National Book Award winner, I figured I'd get the basics of Mr Williams and his experiment with Rhode Island, and could move on from there.
Instead, I was treated to a unique effort of getting to know Roger Williams the man - his upbringing in England and the historic setting, topics and passions of his time (born 1603 ...). The author ambitiously set out to reveal the man's character and beliefs, and how they culminated in Williams eventual role in US history as the founder of a small New England colony that was a refuge for persecuted religious minorities.
But that slice of factual history is not dealt with in this book! Fully three quarters of the pages are following Williams formative years in England, watching and participating in debates that found the King and Parliament at each others throats - the prerogative of the King, persecution from an intertwined state and religion (catholic or protestant, it varied), etc. - until at last Williams and his wife Mary find themselves on a boat to the English colonies in America as a way to avoid imprisonment.
The author uses the technique of an old man remembering his life. From this viewpoint, Roger Williams, now declining, stooped by the consequences and trajectory of his decisions, beliefs, and responsibilities made throughout his life, reflects on the momentous events of early New England and his small efforts within that thread. The author has masterfully developed a believable character, one who is self deprecating, thoughtful, thankful, burdened with regrets yet holding a gentle humor. Thus, Williams reveals his life and what learnings he has distilled from mere froth.
Even the language of the day is captured, I assume. Author Settle captures Roger Williams speaking with a different cadence and vocabulary than today (nearly 400 years later), one reflecting his deeply held religious convictions and an unsparing conviction on the difference between his Christ and how Christianity was used by religious leaders and even the common man for their own advancement.
A few short excerpts highlight the flavor of this old man reminiscing several centuries ago, so ably developed by the author.
Williams reflecting on a friend of his, John Winthrop, - an individual who was helpful personally to Williams, yet as a man of some substance in England, was also sympathetic to an intolerant ruling mentality. Williams noted that John agreed with a stern Bishop (in London) that "there were too many stubborn and unrepentant Puritans. Which now included for that passionately narrow man any member of the Church of England who did not agree with whole heart and habit with the new dispensations of lace and surplices and holy vestments and tables for communion set as altars in right (the Bishop's) place, and grace, and not work instead of work and not grace as if they two were not married at the hip and heart and thigh. All of this holy Christian doctrine of love shouted through clenched teeth.
I finally see this late in life that the man was mad with belief in his own power and rightness and thought it God's. Oh would the Father of Lights give me a questing mind alive. His greatest gift of all, lest I tread upon others souls. Show me question as a part of grace." pg 234
In New England, after having been banished from the Massachusetts Bay Colony, Williams ended up in the Narragansett Bay area of what would become Rhode Island. He reflects on a man who joined them. "The other, Mr Throckmorton, was also young and less wild for he had a new wife. We became friends there and would be close for years until the Quakers, that ungodly riotous ignorant crew, came and bewitched him and he turned on me and I turned on him, I must admit. Old men, the two of us sat five minutes apart in our houses and wrote violent religious letters back and forth to one another when we were near enough each other to shout out of the window. It was and ever has been my duty to point out error, I think, but lately I wonder." pg 240
And as the novel closes, as it IS a wonderfully imaginative novel, Williams concludes, "So finally, after nearly thirty years of trying, we have a jewel here in Providence, a sometime democracy that falls often into anarchy and brabble but somehow rights itself, where every man can speak his mind, and the majority rule and the minority protected in their conscience and God knows to my impatience their ever shouting voices.
O Father of Lights if I still have a prayer within me, make them conscious of having bought truth so dear. We must not sell it cheap, not the least grain of it for the whole world. What I have learned and often forgot is to be a naysayer for I have seen those who have fallen into yea-saying for the sake of property, pleasure, or fear. It has been a bitter sweetening. For the broken bags of riches on eagles' wings, for a dream or land or gold or power any and all of these vanish on our deathbeds and leave tormenting stings behind them." pg 307