Book Review: Between The Dark And The Daylight

Nathan Albright

1 Star

April 6, 2015

[Note:  This book was provided free of charge by Blogging For Books/Image Books in exchange for an honest review.]

One of the most essential tasks of a writer is to clearly aim a book at its target audience.  As someone who reads many books, I find that they come in several different broad categories.  Some of them are books I am not part of the target audience of, and know that I am not part of the target audience of, and adjust my expectations for relevance accordingly, and kindly.  There are other books I find myself to be the target audience of when I did not expect to be, and these I especially treasure, for having come upon them by divine providence and not through my own wisdom or insight.  Still other books are books that I am part of the target audience and know I am the target audience of, and these I read with deep curiosity and interest.  This book, however, is a book that was made to appear as if it was directed at me, only to be extremely offensive in its approach and in the defective political and moral worldview of the author, so as to make it a frustrating and deeply unsatisfying read.

This book was written ostensibly to encourage its readers to embrace the contradictions and absurdity in life.  Yet while this book certainly does yeoman’s work in afflicting the comfortable, it entirely fails to comfort the afflicted in any way.  It assumes that the frustrations of the readers are the children of neighbors who play in one’s yard, or computers that occasionally crash, or noisy neighbors at work, rather than deeper frustrations and darkness.  It assumes its readers are complacent middle class Americans, and chastises them from the perspective of a triumphalist leftist worldview that praises the disastrous social changes of the last few decades as inevitably sweeping to a progressive victory, denies the existence of unchanging moral standards by which our behavior is to be judged, and shows a self-hatred of American culture and capitalism that can only come from a wealthy but extremely guilty liberal conscience that seems obsessed with justifying a biased feminist worldview.

The only value this book possesses are extremely limited ones, like being mercifully short that not too much of my life was wasted reading this tripe.  There is nothing about this book to embrace, unless one is part of the circle jerk of mindless and partisan praise of which this reader has no part.  Truth be told, there are a lot of tensions and contradictions in our life, and the difficulties we deal with carry with them blessings in allowing us to be more humane and more understanding of others, just as the sufficiency that we are given can, if we are unwise and unwary, remove our recognition of our dependency on God for every blessing.  Sometimes what we view in life as disasters are the promptings that we need to live a better life, a life that is more focused on serving and helping others than ourselves alone.  That said, this book is a miserable and poor and blind guide to wisdom, for one cannot give wisdom that one does not have, and this author has no wisdom aside from her own political sermonizing and her own complacent navel gazing that is indulgent only to her political cohorts, and given to unkindness and cruelty passing as tough love to everyone else.  Quite simply, this is one of the most disappointing books I have read this year, in that I actually thought the author would discuss the difficulties of living a life caught between tensions and apparent contradictions with compassion and justice.  Yet there was only self-righteous liberal hypocrisy to be found within, all the worse for being so self-congratulatory and so devoid of wisdom and worth.