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I expected to read a book that criticized a strict the author's religious upbringing, and instead was delighted to hear the author's empathetic, sensitive description of his parents' struggles with religion, their changing views over the years, and the public vs. the private face of their convictions. He expresses a great fondness for his family, and describes his unusual childhood with candid wit. In the final third of the book, Shaeffer exposes the hypocrisy of televangelism and the Republican party's cynical co-opting of evangelical Christianity for political gain. Unlike the previous reviewer, I didn't find his descriptions offensive ?????? he writes with a dark sense of humour, and what he writes has the ring of honesty.
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Frank Schaffer's sometimes fascinating, but ultimately frustrating, memoir never delivers on the promise of its subtitle, "How I .. helped found the religious right, and lived to take all (or almost all) of it back."
In fact, Crazy for God suffers from an almost complete lack of context. The listener doesn't learn much about how the religious right formed or how it influenced Republican politics, or anything about the movement's champions beyond Schaffer's terse judgments of them. (James Dobson is power hungry; Billy Graham just plain weird.)
Instead, Schaffer paints a vague picture of his intellectual father as an early "culture warrior" - determined to take art, music and philosophy back from the secularists and root it firmly in a Christian worldview. Touring the United States to lecture and to screen their documentary series, father and son light a spark beneath the evangelicals who will create the Christian Right - but it takes nearly two-thirds of the book, a meandering journey through Schaffer's childhood and teenage years, to get there.
Most of the memoir centers on Schaffer's childhood growing up in L'Abri, the Christian retreat center his parents founded in Switzerland. Francis and Edith Schaffer worked to change the image of Christianity as "dumbed down" by offering a place for young seekers to discuss life's big questions in a cultured, intellectual environment. Unfortunately, doing the all-consuming "Lord's work" left them with little time to raise their youngest child and only son. (When they thought to send him to an English boarding school, young Frankie could barely read or write, a deficiency complicated by his undiagnosed dyslexia.)
Schaffer abandons a narrative arc for a stream-of-consciousness portrayal of his family, warts and all. His father is revealed as an introverted, passionate thinker and lover of art and music, who chafed at a life filled with European lecture tours and discussing theology with L'Abri students over the dinner table. He suffered bouts of deep depression and all-consuming rage. His mother emerges as a snob working to win the "right sort" of cultural elites to Jesus and a practiced martyr who let everyone know she could out-work and out-pray them all. She competed endlessly with her husband to be seen as the better thinker, writer and Christian.
Schaffer's childhood recollections jump haphazardly between topics such as his parents' marital troubles, family vacations in Italy and the Swiss Alps, his much-older sisters' early efforts to educate him, and later, his obsession with sex and the attractive women staying at L'Abri. Taken individually, some of the chapters are memorable, offering stunning descriptions of the beautiful valley where L'Abri was located and tidbits of humor, wisdom or insight. But as one chapter after another continued to describe Schaffer's youth, I started glancing at the time left in the book, wondering when he would get on with the story.
Despite Schaffer's unflinching portrayal of his parents' faults, I never felt I knew these people. Why did they devote their lives to L'Abri, when Schaffer asserts they were ill-suited to such a lifestyle? (Both would seemingly have been much happier as college professors teaching about art or music.) Why did Schaffer himself emerge in his 20s as an anti-abortion crusader and uncompromising evangelical firebrand, when his family's Christian work left him feeling so odd and alienated as a child? He doesn't offer any answers. He shares scandalous tidbits (such as his mother telling him, when he was quite young, she had to travel with her husband to all his lectures because he expected sex every night) but doesn't reveal enough about their motivations or why they held such cherished beliefs. Again, his memories lack any context to help the listener make sense of this odd family.
By the time Schaffer, an ambitious young filmmaker, persuades his father to denounce abortion in their first Christian film series, the payoff isn't worth slogging through the book's first two parts. After taking so much time to ruminate on his childhood, Schaffer must rush the rest of the story along. It feels almost like a "tell all" for former evangelical Christians, people already familiar with the religious right and its leaders who just want to hear the salacious details. Those of us who are outsiders looking in, hoping to gain some insight on the movement, are left with nothing new. It's always a bad sign when I search Wikipedia for information that should have been in the book.
I've recently become fascinated with the memoirs of people leaving extreme religious movements, but I will have to look elsewhere for a solid insider's account of the Christian right. Schaffer's book offered a lot of unorganized details but not much substance.
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