by Richard Holloway
I had heard about Holloway’s book A Little History of Religion and, while searching for it on the library website (I have reserved it), found this one.
The subtitle tells it all – this is a memoir of Holloway’s life, from his childhood attraction to the Anglican Catholic church to his later run-ins with established theology and church practice.
Holloway’s approach to his subject – his journey of faith – is thoughtful and insightful. Though it does at times seem that he is preoccupied with this, to the exclusion and possible detriment of those around him: colleagues, children and wife.
Holloway is very well-read, and quotes poetry in particular to support the points he makes. I found this a revealing and ultimately rather disturbing read. But at the same time, it helped me to realise that everyone – even a bishop – will have moments of doubt and wavering in faith, even deep despair, while still holding onto a view of the Creator.
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