Anybody who has ever paid any attention to this blog knows that I am a fan of fiction. I’m pretty sure that I’ve read some other memoir, but I can’t actually think of another at the moment. So, it is with great enthusiasm that I recommend this particular book to just about anybody that may actually read this blog. I’m seriously inhaling it.
I think that this book will make exactly a half dozen of Frank Schaeffer’s books that I’ve read. I LOVE his Calvin Becker trilogy, and it’s not far off to say that his two books, “Sham Pearls Before Real Swine” and “Addicted to Mediocrity” have had profound influence on my personal beliefs about art and creativity. I think the only book by his father, Francis, that I’ve actually read, is actually two rather short essays collected in a short volume called simply, “Art & the Bible”. I has been formative to me as well.
The title really tells you what’s in store. As I understand it, Frank made his escape from evangelicalism and converted to Greek Orthodox. (I’ve got about 50 pages left to the book, and he hasn’t said anything about that yet.)
I had heard about the book, and then James said that he’d started reading it. I got it from the library and can’t put it down. There are so many people that I would like to have read this.
I had a quote from the book that I thought about typing in, but I have to go to bed right now. Maybe some other time. If you read it, let me know what you think.