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Jesus, My Father, the CIA, and Me by Ian Morgan Cron-A Review
Prior to leaving for vacation, Thomas Nelson sent me a review copy of Ian Morgan Cron’s new book Jesus, My Father, the CIA, and Me. Cron is the author of the acclaimed book Chasing Francis, and has now shared a memoir of his childhood that walks us through his early years with an alcoholic father into his present day calling as an Episcopal priest.
I’ve read rave reviews of the book and could hardly put it down over the two days it took to read it beside a cool Adirondack lake, but some things didn’t work for me. Here’s my take:
The Good in Jesus, My Father, the CIA, and Me
Cron writes sparkling prose and succeeded in drawing me into his story so that I hardly put his book down. The mark of a good book in my estimation is its ability to keep me reading without thinking about “how” it’s written. Cron treats his readers to wonderful descriptions, solid dialogue, profound introspection, and poignant reflection.
While I can’t quite relate to the significance he places on communion, I felt that he made a strong case for the sanctity of the sacrament and how the ceremony connected him with God. I suspect that many of my fellow Protestants will appreciate his attempt to flesh out those experiences, even if we’ve never quite met God in the same way through a mass.
Perhaps one of the best reasons to read this book is to learn about how someone else has encountered God. Cron writes with disarming honesty and tells his story in such a way that readers can’t help but appreciate his perspective and wisdom after enduring a tumultuous childhood.
The Critique of Jesus, My Father, the CIA, and Me
For all of the good I could say about this book, I didn’t love it. This is a bit awkward for me since I write not only as a reader but as an author, and I really hate to publicly criticize anyone else’s book. However, I can’t publish the good without the bad in a credible review, so here we go…
Ever since reading Frank McCourt’s Angela’s Ashes and Tis, I kind of feel like we have all we need in the “miserable childhood/alcoholic” department of books. There’s only so many times you can read a narrative about someone’s self destructive decisions before you start to feel like a prying voyeur taking advantage of someone else’s darkest moments for you own entertainment.
Sometimes the attempts to wring meaning out of various moments felt forced at best, though I know that I often do the same with my own writing.
Misery alone doesn’t cut it for memoir. Triumph is a foregone conclusion here. There needs to be something startling, ironic, or unique that happens in the midst of that terrible time in an author’s life. For example, food critic Ruth Reichel was raised by a manic depressive mother who was a horrible cook and who fed her company enough raw and rotten food that it’s a wonder she didn’t kill anyone. Reichel’s story in Tender at the Bone isn’t just about misery. It’s about discovering food, herself, and a whole new life in the midst of a mother that is clearly one of a kind.
This memoir misses whatever a memoir like Reichel’s brings to the table.
Cron serves up powerful moments, touching tributes to important people, and heartbreaking let downs. However, since we already know how the story ends, I found myself uninterested in the story of how the author got there, even if it makes for a very powerful and relevant testimony. The fact that Cron’s father was an alcoholic is certainly tragic to read, but I didn’t feel like there was anything new going on in this story beyond the fact that the protagonist was someone different from the various other characters I know personally or read about who have had rough childhoods.
Incredible testimony? Yes. Encouraging points? Absolutely. Have we heard ones like this before? Plenty of times.
That doesn’t rob the story of its power necessarily, but its familiarity to most evangelical readers makes for a ho-hum story arc that follows a well-worn path.
Perhaps my number one complaint about this book was the mention of the CIA in the title. Cron’s father was a member of the CIA and the hints at his father’s history sucked me in with their mystery. At the mid-point of the book, he mentions pictures of his father playing golf with president Ford. I longed to find out more about what his father was doing, what kind of man his father was away from home, and how Cron dealt with the tension of his father’s two lives.
The CIA disappears for the most part and we slip into the testimony part of the story. We read little else about the CIA beyond a few stories that hint at something bigger going on with his father. While I understand that the CIA is secretive and wouldn’t want to divulge much information to Cron about his father, I kept feeling like I’d been hit with a bait and switch. The CIA figured so minimally in the story, that it hardly merited a mention on the cover.
While this is Cron’s story to tell, I felt that he’d opened some fascinating lines of inquiry at his father’s funeral at the start of the book, especially with the CIA officers who tell him how important his father was to them, and then failed to follow through on them. Cron wondered if they were talking about the same man who hardly paid him any attention beyond yelling at him, but we read nothing more about that line of inquiry. As a reader, I felt let down that such a critical question was left unanswered. Cron could have at least written at length about why he didn’t try to answer it.
Should You Read This Book?
I read several reviews of this book that whole-heartedly endorsed it with nary a critique. The endorsements read like a who’s who in the Christian publishing pantheon. What do I know?
It’s hard to find a good memoir to read, and if you enjoy memoir, this is a good one. However, I don’t feel like I could recommend it without my caveats above. It’s a good book with excellent writing, writing that is perhaps better than anything I’ve read recently, but the story will smack many readers as quite familiar.
There are some powerful quotes and laugh out loud one-liners that certainly sped me along, but I just couldn’t overlook the book’s weak points. I have the sense that my friends who read a lot of memoirs and nonfiction Christian books will share my disappointments, even if they still share my overall positive impression of the book.
If you’re new to memoir or even the typical evangelical testimony, this is a good place to start. If you’re looking to read about the way someone else handled a rough childhood, Cron has some gems of wisdom. If you simply want to be encouraged, you won’t be let down.
Lastly, if you’re an aspiring writer hoping to improve your craft for writing nonfiction, buy this book and read it several times. Cron’s masterful prose will drive home just how difficult it is to write a crisp nonfiction work, especially memoir. Though the story struck me as flat at times, the writing consistently moved me along. That alone makes me look forward to his next book.
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