Unapologetic

Around a year ago, having read a review in one of the weekend newspapers, I bought a copy of Francis Spufford’s Unapologetic:  Why, despite everything, Christianity can still make surprising emotional sense, (London: Faber & Faber, 2012).  There are two surprising things about this.  Firstly, it’s surprising in this age of new atheism to find a ‘religious’ book warmly received in the press. And even more surprising for me to buy a new book (in hardback!) on spec.  I’ve just re-read it and I am very glad that I did.

For any readers who, like me, love books and reading but dont carry a roll of twenties with them at all times, here’s a neat trick. Walk around a bookshop  – as I did today at Foyle’s in Westfield Stratford – and find something that you think you’d like to read. Pause. Check no sales assistant is looking in your direction. Then take a discreet pic of the front cover with your smartphone. When you get home, reserve the book online from the library. In Essex reservations are free.  I guess it also helps if you have a family member who works in the library, so that when you drive her to or from work you can also collect and return your books.  Buy a book from the bookshop occasionally to keep the pot boiling – don’t want them closing, do we?

Anyways, back to Spufford.  He is an acclaimed author of fiction who found he could no longer stomach the thin anti-Christian arguments of Richard Dawkins or the blunderbuss polemic of Christopher Hitchens. As he said in a recent interview: 

“They treat Christianity either as a bunch of mock-scientific propositions about the universe which you can disprove, or as a social phenomenon which you can treat as entirely malign if you squint at it and wave your arms a lot. In both cases they operate a million naïve miles away from the actual experience of belief.  However they did also piss me off (as we like to say in the Church of England). I certainly wanted to write something back that had equal polemical snap, crackle and pop, just in case anyone felt like buying the lazy assumption that the atheist side of the quarrel was the clever one.”

In this quote you find why Spufford’s book is so enjoyable and challenging to read. It is not a well-reasoned academic argument about the existence of God. It is a passionate, emotional tirade.  The opening chapter leaves one breathless: an outpouring of anger; a contemptuous rant at the way in which people who hold a religious faith are commonly assumed to be intellectually deficient or worse.  He offers us “a defence of Christian emotions – their intelligibility and grown-up dignity”.

He moves on to describe one of the key recurring themes of the book, the so-called Human Propensity To F*** Things Up (or HPtFtU as he shortens it throughout).  Maiden aunts attending evensong may reach for their smelling salts at his occasional use of the F word but, as a working definition of sin, I find this one rather appealing. It is thoroughly Biblical in concept. It is my personal experience.  

Spufford isn't someone who finds faith easy.  He struggles with belief, recording that God often appears to be absent.  He notes, rightly, that the contentions of Dawkins and Hitchens all depend as much upon faith as any believer – presumably why the Dawkins-inspired bus campaign “There probably is no God, so stop worrying and enjoy yourself” includes the ‘probably’ – Dawkins & Co have intellectual integrity enough to acknowledge that they simply don’t know if God exists or not.  Spufford is incensed by the idea that, if only the god-nonsense stopped then we could all stop worrying and enjoy ourselves, since the human condition is far broader than ‘enjoyment’. Would a convincing demolition of the concept of God bring enjoyment to countless millions who live in misery? No.

To his credit, Spufford does not duck the problem of pain: God is good and all-loving; God is all powerful; yet there is untold suffering in the world – discuss.  Remember, this is not an academic debate but an emotional diatribe. So he berates God for his absences but finds he cannot escape the Other that hints at His existence through emotions and situations.  He touches on the arguments about freewill but simply settles on the Person of Jesus as God’s response to suffering. I find his emotional response powerful and persuasive, accepting that he doesn't pretend to offer ‘The Answer’.  Along the way he tilts playfully at some flimsy arguments of atheists. His utter contempt for the risible John Lennon song, Imagine, is a delicious piece of prose…

Who might benefit from reading this book?

• Non-believers who have been suckered into thinking that science is the only lens we have to examine truth
• Believers who are fed up with their faith being attacked
• Believers whose faith rests solely on a set of propositions about God or Sunday-by-Sunday ‘experiences’ and who lack the integrity, toolkit or balls (maiden aunt has now fallen off her pew) to confront some of the harder questions of faith and the not-knowing, preferring instead to stick their fingers in their ears and loudly sing worship songs (so anointed…) to block out the inconvenient issues of pain, suffering or an apparently indifferent or impotent God.

So, well done Mr Spufford.  And I see from Amazon that the sole remaining hardback copy is priced at £1,007, so as well as feeding my soul I might also make a tidy profit by selling my copy. Good stuff !