Lives of the Apostates
by Eric O. Scott
by Dorothy Louise Abrams
I liked Lives of the Apostates. I like the title—so blatant, in-your-face bold. I like
the academic premise of a philosophy student caught in a hostile course called
History of Christian Thought and taught by a preacher. The whole book is edgy. Readers
who are first generation pagans may cringe a little, viewing the world through
the eyes of their children born and raised with the Goddess. Is that how our
kids see us? Well, of course it is. Being pagan is no shield from the distain
of the next generation. We were meant to be taken for granted. We are parents. I
appreciate the humor of Eric's Scott's wry voice, even when it comes at my
expense.
Aside from the ironic edge, the book is about
conflict. In this first person narrative, Scott writes convincingly of a young
man's quiet desperation caught between dreams and expectation. His character
Lou Durham wrestles (I use the term purposefully) with at least 7 different
relationship conflicts, most of which are reflected by the people around him.
The mother-grown child conflict is shared by his roommate Grimey, Lou's would
be girlfriend Lucy, and Jimmy his client on the nightshift. His conflict with Jimmy requires special handling. Conflicts with his
roommate and Lucy blow up in his face. Conflict with Mike his coworker is less
explosive but present in a niggling sort of way. Conflict with his boss Dana remains
an unresolved dread. Conflict with Dr. Eccleston his professor sets off the
surprise ending which, if you watch out for the foreshadowing, should not be
that much of a surprise, but it is.
The strength of Scott's writing is in how he manages
the mirrored layers of his themes without telling us about it. I admire that.
Too many novelists explain what they are trying to do instead of simply getting
on with it. Scott juggles his prickly characters all in one short plot line balanced
on a quarter and a missile. This book is brief when it could have been
otherwise. I recommend it.
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