Donna Freitas is an outspoken Catholic feminist, terms that appear at first glance to be an oxymoron. But her story proves that oxymorons these are not.
Raised in a Catholic household with a sweet mother who was always praying, the author rebelled against the dogma of the church and the insistence on one God when she learned at a young age about the gods of Ancient Greece and Rome, the gods of ancient myth. She decided that since such other gods existed, the god worshipped by the Catholic Church could not possibly be the only God and becomes a precocious atheist. She marks this unexplained dissonance as the beginning of her loss of faith and vows to absent herself from the church as much as possible. Apparently, no one explained to her that the ancients worshipped many gods, something I find puzzling, although this may represent the bias of a Catholic school education.
I, too, rebelled against my parents, practically from birth, but never on matters of faith, ritual, and belief. But I suspect my upbringing was much different than the author’s.
She goes to college at Georgetown University and periodically experiences dark nights of the soul, which she has no insight into and finds it hard to climb out of, episodes that are clearly severe depressions. However, she eventually finds her way out and goes on to get a degree in philosophy. I’ve had those in my life as well, but even in the 1960’s sought therapy. The fact that the author did not is puzzling although she states when she was in college such services were not readily available.
As her story goes on, to make a long story short, she pursues a degree in philosophy after reading philosophy that seems in sync with her own worldview, and eventually gets a Ph.D in religious studies. While studying at Catholic University, she is stalked and harassed by a particular priest, which results in another crisis of faith, or the lack thereof. These incidents are covered up by the Church. Eventually, she emerges whole and wholly Catholic, but not someone who merely settles into dogma. Rather, she becomes the Catholic feminist that she is today.
One thing I found interesting is that throughout her search for faith, it is always Catholicism to which she seeks to return, which tells me that she never had doubts about this religion. This is certainly reasonable. However, generally seekers explore other faith traditions in their quest to find spiritual resonance, and it does not seem that the author, aside from her studies of philosophy, ever studied religions other than the one of her family of origin. For me, this is a reminder to learn more about faiths other than my own.
I have very mixed feelings about this book. On the one hand, it’s an engaging and well-written memoir of a spiritual journey. On the other hand, the story is familiar to anyone who has had doubts about who they are who set forth on a journey of self-discovery. As a memoir, it is one person’s journey. And yet, I’m left with feeling I’m not sure that what the author claims to be what drove her faith underground is really the root cause. When I finished I said to myself that while the author’s journey is quite extraordinary and clearly a sort of Hero’s Journey ala Joseph Campbell, I’m not sure the book needed to be published.
I received this book from the publisher and NetGalley.