The space between

I just finished reading David Plantes old (1991) novel, The Accident, having also delved a few days ago into Jens Peter Jacobsens older (1880) Danish novel, Niels Lyhne. Plantes short book takes place in Leuven in the days when it was still known as Louvain. Its central character is an American undergraduate spending a year abroad, uncomfortable in the Catholic atmosphere of the city because he is, he says, an atheist. In much the way, sincere and yet posturing, that many a young person tried it on in those days. Today its not so clear that anyone cares enough to be so clear about it. And of course the unnamed young man isn't really clear at all. Which is where the story gets interesting. In contrast to the conventionally religious Tom, he doesnt go to mass but he seems occasionally to pray. And his biggest argument with Tom is about the conventionality of belief. A real God, he suggests, would be much stronger. Shades of Elie Wiesels famous comment in Night that there rose in my heart a prayer to that God in whom I no longer believed." And the young Niels in Jacobsens novel seems to be an atheist malgr lui, or at least one who would find the blanket rejection of religion that is the calling card of the new atheism to be simply boring.When you put these two together with more accessible works like Dostoevskys The Brothers Karamazov and Rilkes charming Stories of God, it seems clear that fiction about belief and unbelief is interesting when it focuses on the space between the two. I suppose this is because good fiction thrives on ambiguity. Theres nothing so dull as a believer without doubts or an atheist withoutdare I say ita soul. Imperfection makes a person interesting. Thats why I always used to sit among the smokers in the bad old days when airlines allowed it (and gave you free food); you were simply more likely to meet someone worth talking to. The whisky priest or the lieutenant or Scobie would never show up in the no-smoking section.

There is now a word for this in-betweenness. Anatheism, a coinage of the Irish philosopher Richard Kearney in a book of the same name, is the return to God after God, which put that ways sounds like it leans a bit more towards belief than unbelief. But he also describes it as that which follows in the wake of our letting go of God, which might just push it back into the middle again. Of course, this kind of word-play has been around at least since Meister Eckhart who wrote of denying God for Gods sake. What we dont seem to have here is pure nihilism, again perhaps because it is just too dull to hold the readers attention. The interesting atheist feels the pull of belief, and the interesting theist deals, surely, with doubt on a daily basis. Which theist would argue if s/he wants to be considered interesting?Plantes Accident reads like a French novel, not only because it is set in a Francophone culture and is about the same lengthshortof many of the works of Bernanos or Mauriac. Somehow the French seem to have the lock on serious works that explore the space between belief and unbelief, even if they have a little trouble injecting any humor. Even Greene was deeply influence by these two, and Plante also owes them a lot. So whats wrong with the Anglo-Saxon here? Has Anglophone literature failed to match the French in this regard because it just never took God seriously enough to doubt? Or just because it wouldnt take itself too seriously? What do you think?

Paul Lakeland is the Aloysius P. Kelley, SJ, Professor of Catholic Studies and Director of the Center for Catholic Studies at Fairfield University. His book The Wounded Angel: Fiction and the Religious Imagination (Liturgical Press, 2017) won the College Theology Society award for the best theology book of 2017. In June 2018 he begins a one-year appointment as president of the Catholic Theological Society of America.

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