Elaine Pagels, Why
Religion: A Personal Story
Copyright © 2018 Elaine Pagels
Ecco/An Imprint of Harper Collins
ISBN 978-0-236854-6
Pagels is, of course, a well-known and highly successful writer on ancient religion (The Gnostic Gospels, Adam, Eve, and the Serpent, Beyond Belief: The Secret Gospel of Thomas), ans, for anyone who knows me well. My reading this book might seem strange. I read it as a part of a reading group which my wife participates, and which I join occasionally. The book is, really, two stories, interwoven. The first is an autobiography, which is a story of her personal and professional lives.. And in her personal life, it includes two episodes of immense loss and sorrow (the loss of their son to a congenital heart disease, at age 6; the death of her husband in a hiking accident). The second is a summary of her professional life, centering on her research and writing. And the final few pages deals with what see sees as the intersection of the two.
With respect to her personal
life. It was in many ways a charmed and
privileged life; she earned a doctorate,
met and married an exceptionally talented physicist; they both had productive
research and teaching careers at prestigious universities (and were well
compensated for it). Their combined
income allowed them to afford a comfortable home in Manhattan and summers in
the Colorado mountains or in in California.
They could also afford full-time domestic help (especially for child
care) and private schooling for their children.
Charmed, that is, except for the deaths.
Professionally, they were both
highly successful (including her becoming a MacArthur Fellow).
The book’s title might seem a bit
odd; I think the book was an attempt to unite the personal (including tragic)
and professional aspects of their lives.
I think she meant to try to explain how religion, for her, allowed her
to deal with the personal losses. I’ll
confess that I have never had to deal with such losses and have no idea how I
would react. For Pagels, as she tries to
explain in the conclusion of the book, it was her understanding of religion and
its importance, historically, that allowed her to experience the deaths of two
people she loved, long before what one might see as a “normal” life-span. At the same time, I think she was trying to
explain her belief that religious belief is one way, perhaps the best or only
way, for people to cope with what might appear to be a harsh, almost random
world.
In that way, it seems to be an
intensely personal book, but one that I could only approach as an
outsider. At the end, I understood her
reactions and deeply sympathized with her effort to reconcile her life as it
unfolded with (what seemed to be) religious belief as an emergent source of
comfort and explanation. And, perhaps,
if I were to experience losses as grievous as hers, I might also find peace in
a belief in a transcendent power. That
is something I have never been able to go, though, and not something that Why Religion made any more likely that I
will ever be able to do.
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