A Little History of Religion

by Richard Holloway

This book was recommended, I believe, by my fellow Bahá’í Rob Weinberg.  I had only vaguely heard of Richard Holloway, and while waiting for this book to arrive in my local library, I read his memoir Leaving Alexandria – a Memoir of Faith and Doubt.  This gave me some insights into the man, and was quite helpful while reading his ‘little history’.

The book lives up to its name, with each chapter four to five pages in length, and no more than three chapters given to any one religion or topic.  The book is neatly structured: each new topic is introduced at the very end of the previous chapter, given the impression that there is indeed some kind of progression or common theme running through religions.  Holloway does not gloss over the shortcomings of religions and their adherents over the years.  Far from it; the last two chapters, on Holy War and the future of religions, asks some very serious questions.

It would be hard for me here to give much of a picture of this book without writing it again!  (And I am sure I could not do such a good job.)  The author gives the historical and social context of each of the religions and sects that he writes about, so that the reader can get a feel for how they evolved and the impact they had.  It is assumed that the reader knows something about religion – a reasonable assumption, if you have elected to read this book.  But he does not assume that they know anything in detail about any one religion, and so is able to explain in basic language, for instance, the content and message behind various of Christ’s parables; the difference between the Abrahamic religions’ emphasis on a continuing spiritual life after death and Indian religions’ belief in a continuing cycle of life on this earth; and the political as well as theological basis for the Reformation.

This is an excellent book, written in clear, accessible but not simplistic language.  It is one that I may well end up purchasing to read again and share with others.


Brighton Rock

by Graham Greene

Hot on the heels of Travels with my Aunt, which I really enjoyed (8/10), I selected this book from my bookshelf.

A slight aside at this point: though our house remains full of books, I have been fairly drastically reducing my library over the past few years, and controlling what comes in.  I buy new books only rarely, and then I try to buy them from an independent bookseller such as alison’s bookshop and musicroom in Tewkesbury, The Book Shop in Liskeard, Blandford Books in Broadway or Coach House books and art materials in Pershore.  If I’m looking for a specific book, I take a quick look around local charity shops and, if not found, reserve it from the library.  I also buy new books in Kindle format quite often.  The criteria for keeping a book are: might I want to introduce it to my book group? Is there any chance I will read it again? Is this a book I may wish to pass on to someone else (but not immediately)?  If it doesn’t meet any of these criteria, I will usually pass it on or donate it.

Nevertheless, three Graham Greene novels had found their way onto a bookcase.  Perhaps they were from my parents-in-law’s vast library, which we are slowly dismantling and sorting into three groups: British Library, charity shop and ‘keepsies’.

So, to the text itself.  Greene’s writing is so accomplished it looks effortless.  He seems to be able to ‘get inside the head’ of his main character, whom the narrator  calls “the Boy” and whom his fellow gang members call “Pinkie”, as well as Pinkie’s girlfriend, the innocent young waitress, Rose.

Pinkie seems to be a person with – to use a term current today – no moral compass.  His reflections on his upbringing, which the reader is to understand was poor and perhaps squalid, amount to a horror of sex derived from having to witness his parents’ Saturday afternoon couplings (one assumes they were too poor – or unimaginative – to send the young boy to the cinema). Is the reader supposed to empathise with Pinkie at all?  I think not, but the writing is clever in that it encourages you to see the world from Pinkie’s point of view, even though the story is written in the third person.

Rose very definitely does have a moral compass, and her view of the world is shaped by her Catholic upbringing, which she is unable to shake off.  Even after the couple is legally married at a registry office, she is convinced that they have committed a mortal sin by having sex without the sacrament of marriage in a church. Rose will do anything for her man, and until almost the end of the story she seems to have no promptings to act independently even though she can see him for what he is.  She is an extreme example of a woman who is prepared to “stand by her man”.

Greene explores life, death, religion, justice, guilt – as applied to the lives of ordinary people caught up in an underworld.  There is violence and needless murder.  But there are also moments of tenderness.

Perhaps one of the most interesting characters is Ida Parsons, a woman who has come down for the day from London and becomes aware of the circumstances of the first murder in the book, following which she is determined to act as an unofficial detective and bring the murderer to light and to justice.  The tension in the book comes mainly from the way in which she catches up on the gang but always remains one step behind. The reader fears for her life even though she does not appear to do so, despite warnings from others.  It seems that her quest is just another kind of adventure for someone who is, by her own admission, a good time girl.

There is plenty of sex (of a rather sordid variety) in this book written in the 1930s.  It is a subject that Greene does not shy away from, and it makes the book accessible on yet another level.  To have ignored Ida’s pursuing of casual relationships purely for sexual pleasure, or Pinkie’s and Rose’s fear of something of which they are both very ignorant, would have made this a lesser book.

The last Greene on my shelf is The Quiet American.  I plan to read this in due course – and maybe also Our Man in Havana, to set against the John le Carré book The Tailor of Panama.