I have a rule of thumb when it comes to the books of Katherine Paterson: whenever a new one is released, I automatically consider it a frontrunner for that year's Newbery awards. In addition to being one of only five authors (along with Joseph Krumgold, Elizabeth George Speare, E.L. Konigsburg and Lois Lowry) to ever win two Newbery Medals, and coming within a hair's breadth of becoming the only author to win consecutive Newbery Medals when The Great Gilly Hopkins was chosen as the only Newbery Honor book for 1979, Katherine Paterson always produces novels of tremendous quality, each and every one of them worth a second look by the ALA committee. With Preacher's Boy, published one hundred years after its 1899 setting, Katherine Paterson had a legitimate shot at winning the first Newbery Medal of the twenty-first century (overlooking the fact that the century didn't truly begin until 2001), and I wasn't going to miss reading it.
Herself the wife of a pastor, Katherine Paterson has some personal insight into Robbie Hewitt's situation, growing up the son of the town preacher in little Leonardstown, Vermont, of 1899. At age ten, Robbie is a normal, rambunctious boy, but the townsfolk have some trouble understanding that. There's an unspoken presupposition among most of them that Robbie should be nigh upon perfect in the behavior department, regularly displaying his saintly virtues as any self-respecting son of a man of God should. Since Robbie doesn't fit the parameters of this stereotype very well, his father's parishioners tend to look down on him most of the time, but their respect for his father makes them keep their unflattering opinions to themselves.
When the former preacher at his father's church returns as a guest speaker, the man's fiery brand of pastoral eloquence upsets Robbie, causing him to call into question everything that he has come to believe in through his father's teaching. If a bit of mischief now and then is enough to qualify Robbie for the fires of Hell, then what good is there in even trying to do what's right? Maybe, he figures, he ought to find his own set of beliefs about God, including on the subject of whether or not he really exists.
Robbie is in store for a few surprises, including some about the core convictions that his father actually holds on matters of God and personal faith, but he's not going to have to do all of the deep thinking on his own. By luck, Robbie becomes entangled in a riskier adventure than any he's ever faced before, and this time his mischief leads to more than just a fun time. While he's still figuring out what he truly believes, Robbie will be called upon to become the unlikeliest of "heroes"; if, ultimately, he can right his ship in time to make the correct decision.
There seems to be something about the year 1899 that makes for potentially great story ideas. There was The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate, Our Only May Amelia and of course this book, as well as a number of others, I'm sure. At its best, Preacher's Boy has a soft wistfulness behind its story, a sort of muted sadness at the leaving behind of the nineteenth century. The world didn't change immediately after the calendar flipped, of course, but we were emerging from a much simpler and more innocent century into one of greater confusion than ever before, and there's really no way to ever completely regain what was lost in the translation. Even though Robbie Hewitt and his family would probably never see the space program, or the internet, or the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001, they knew that the world around them was changing; and, even as it undoubtedly improved in many respects, there was something irreplaceable being given up in return. On the cusp of 1900 A.D., Robbie and his father look out into that unfilled expanse of one hundred years floating mysteriously before them and humbly acknowledge that the next hundred-year barrier will surely bring about even greater change, and the world as they knew and loved it will continue to fade away. I believe this is the reason behind the poignancy that comes across from time to time during Preacher's Boy.
I would definitely give two and a half stars to this book. There may be other novels among the many written by Katherine Paterson that I would name as favorites before Preacher's Boy came to mind, but I did like this book, and it's certainly a keeper. I wonder if, as Jennifer L. Holm did for Our Only May Amelia, Katherine Paterson would ever consider penning a sequel...