The large, hefty selfish side of me is concerned by this work, mainly in that while I thought this was an almost wholly forgettable collection of one theologian's life, at least Robert Jenson has a lifetime collection of theological-ish essays and someone read them over two decades after it came out. And I don't. Thus it is with mixed emotions I review Robert Jenson's collection (and all of them negative).
The early essays from the '60s felt like Jenson was trying awfully hard to be a product of his time instead of elevating his diction away from the postmodern linguistic heyday and give us meaningful engagement with the faults of the time. Frankly, all but one of the essays felt like that: discursive ramblings suffused with perplexing diction. Truly I'm not against skilled communicators (from a range of Eliot to Safire) enabling us to augment our vocabulary in meaningful ways. Jenson, however, fell in love with "diachronic," "ascesis," and similar terms during the '90s for no good purpose. We are not enriched by his terminology, just as we are not enriched by his general theological argumentation either. I know that's a horrible thing to say about a fellow theologiany sort of person, but there it is. I understand the general theme of the collection is "of culture," but Jenson gives us virtually no authentic Biblical basis for anything he says, and thus no authority for any culture-related commentary. Many of the selections end with a mildly unpleasant attempt at self-deprecation and "no one will really listen to what I say anyway" postscript - sadly, likely the most accurate portion of each excursus (and they really are excursuses ... excursi? ... excursuses ... as they often travel far afield before some semblance of returning to the point at hand, much like this review).
This collection does have one diamond in the rough (well, perhaps "diamond" is a bit generous though "rough" is overly generous for the remainder): "Hope, the Gospel, and the Liberal Arts." This essay was refreshingly enjoyable, lucid, and most importantly, insightful. I was about to say "helpful," which one would think would be important for non-fiction, especially theological non-fiction, but good theology transcends merely "helpful," and this essay doesn't exactly give us new help but it does gives us some familiar-yet-important insights. Effectively, Jenson reminds us Athens and Jerusalem have been spending a lot more time together behind the bleachers than Tertullian wanted to admit. That is not an exact quotation, nor is it the main thesis of the essay, but it is a significant undercurrent. It is a good, serious essay - I don't want to minimize it with humor, especially as it is the only quality essay in the collection.
So there you have it: one good essay by Robert Jenson. Clearly, I must be wholly mistaken. He has written several books since this lifetime flashback, and Wolfhart Pannenberg and Gilbert Meilander both say he is worth reading. Maybe they meant his other works? I have no authority to contradict those paragons, so there's that. And, as I said, I don't have a 25-year span of essays and addresses repackaged in a book with the world's worst cover. So clearly I can't be trusted. Better just stop this review then, I guess.