
As
we know, Ferris writes beautifully and the book is engrossing but I
couldn't help but feel unfulfilled by it. As a character, Paul is
annoying, his emotions are misplaced and I question his beliefs. He
follows the Red Sox with intensity and ritual (he eats the same meal
before the game, skips watching the 6th inning, etc.) but
pines for the days when he could count on them to be losers. As much
as he says he loves their recent championships, Paul prefers them the
way they were.
Much
the same can be said of his atheism. A lot of this Ferris works out
in conversations between Paul and his head hygienist, Mrs. Convoy, a
woman of deep belief, and some of these are very funny. There have
also been two relationships Paul has had, one with a Catholic woman
and one with a Jewish woman, in which he became consumed by their
religious beliefs and their families. He became desperate to be part
of those families which he thought he loved for their respective
Catholic-ness and Jewishness but he is unable to see them for what
they are. While both families are indeed observant and their religion
binds them together, he mistakes their loving family ways for deep
belief.
Then
you have the whole thing with this secret religion, The Ulms. Turns
out the guy who creates Paul's online persona is beseeching him to
come to Israel where the Ulms have a community and where Paul can
learn of his true lineage and be accepted. The reader would think
this would be the perfect fit for a doubtful atheist but Paul can't
quite buy in to this either.
Perhaps
I've missed the point Ferris is trying to make. Is it that Paul can't have
it both ways or that despite what Paul thinks he believes in, he doesn't
really believe in much of anything? I can't say and that is why, even halfway through the novel, I felt, while it was highly readable, like Paul, it was working hard to get
nowhere.
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