By now I expected to be a seasoned parish minister, wearing black clergy shirts grown gray from frequent washing. I expected to love the children who hung on my legs after Sunday morning services until they grew up and had children of their own. I even expected to be buried wearing the same red vestments in which I was ordained. Today those vestments are hanging in the sacristy of an Anglican church in Kenya, my church pension is frozen, and I am as likely to spend Sunday mornings with friendly Quakers, Presbyterians, or Congregationalists as I am with the Episcopalians who remain my closest kin. Some-times I even keep the Sabbath with a cup of steaming Assam tea on my front porch, watching towhees vie for the highest perch in the poplar tree while God watches me. These days I earn my living teaching school, not leading worship, and while I still dream of opening a small restaurant in Clarkesville or volunteering at an eye clinic in Nepal, there is no guarantee that I will not run off with the circus before I am through. This is not the life I planned, or the life I recommend to others. But it is the life that has turned out to be mine, and the central revelation in it for me -- that the call to serve God is first and last the call to be fully human -- seems important enough to witness to on paper. This book is my attempt to do that. After nine years serving on the staff of a big urban church in Atlanta, Barbara Brown Taylor arrives in rural Clarkesville, Georgia (population 1,500), following her dream to become the pastor of her own small congregation. The adjustment from city life to country dweller is something of a shock -- Taylor is one of the only professional women in the community -- but small-town life offers many of its own unique joys. Taylor has five successful years that see significant growth in the church she serves, but ultimately she finds herself experiencing "compassion fatigue" and wonders what exactly God has called her to do. She realizes that in order to keep her faith she may have to leave. Taylor describes a rich spiritual journey in which God has given her more questions than answers. As she becomes part of the flock instead of the shepherd, she describes her poignant and sincere struggle to regain her footing in the world without her defining collar. Taylor's realization that this may in fact be God's surprising path for her leads her to a refreshing search to find Him in new places. Leaving Church will remind even the most skeptical among us that life is about both disappointment and hope -- and ultimately, renewal.
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这本书最令人称奇的地方在于,它成功地营造了一种深沉的、挥之不去的“失重感”。这种感觉并非源于情节上的惊险刺激,而是源于人物与周遭环境之间始终存在着一种微妙的、无法弥合的错位。你会感觉到,书中的主要角色仿佛永远在寻找一个可以稳稳落脚的支撑点,但每次当他们自认为找到了时,那个支撑点却又变成了流沙。作者通过大量关于空间感和距离的描述来强化这种体验——狭窄的走廊、过高的天花板、始终无法抵达的远方地平线,这些都成为了人物心理状态的外化。这种对“归属感缺失”的深刻描摹,让我联想到了现代都市生活中许多人的隐形焦虑。它不是一部抱怨之作,而是一份精准的诊断书,它用一种近乎冷峻的温柔,记录了在寻找“家”这个概念的过程中所经历的迷茫与徒劳。阅读结束,留下的是一种清晰而又略带忧伤的宁静。
评分这本书的叙事视角极为独特,它不像传统的回忆录那样专注于个人经历的线性梳理,反倒像是一系列精心编排的浮世绘,描绘了在某种特定社会结构下,个体精神世界的微妙崩塌与重建过程。作者的笔触极为细腻,尤其擅长捕捉那些不易察觉的日常细节,比如光线穿过彩色玻璃窗的角度、集体仪式中无声的肢体语言,甚至是不同人群在面对同一情境时眼神中流露出的复杂情绪。通过这些看似零散的片段,一股强大而难以言喻的张力逐渐在字里行间凝聚。我尤其欣赏它对“信仰”这一概念的解构,它不是简单地批判或赞美,而是将其置于一个人类学和社会学的框架下进行审视,探讨它如何塑造社群认同,又如何在外部冲击下显现出其结构性的脆弱。阅读过程中,我常常感到自己仿佛置身于一个巨大的、半透明的容器之中,既是观察者,也是被观察的对象,这种沉浸感让人难以自拔。语言的节奏感把握得极好,时而如平静的湖面,时而又突然激起思辨的浪花,使得阅读体验充满了层次感和回味的空间。
评分这本书的文字质地是极其光滑且富有弹性,读起来让人感觉像是在触摸一件上好的丝绸,既有触感,又有难以言喻的流动性。作者的句子往往很长,但绝不拖沓,而是通过精妙的从句结构和适时出现的排比,将复杂的思绪和感官体验编织在一起,形成一股连绵不绝的语言洪流。这种风格使得书中的情感表达达到了近乎诗意的饱和度,即便是描述最日常、最平淡的场景,也仿佛被镀上了一层象征性的光芒。我尤其留意了作者在处理情绪爆发点时的技巧:他几乎从不使用夸张的副词或形容词来直接点明“愤怒”或“绝望”,而是通过对环境细节的突然聚焦、呼吸节奏的变化、或者某个微小物品的特写,将人物内心的风暴不动声色地传递出来。这种“少即是多”的克制,反而让情感的冲击力成倍增加,显得极为高级和成熟。
评分这本书的结构处理简直是一场文字的迷宫探险,它拒绝给予读者任何清晰的指引,迫使我们必须依靠自己的直觉和已有的知识储备去拼凑出完整的意义图景。开篇的几页充满了晦涩的象征和引人遐思的意象,像是一场没有剧本的先锋戏剧,让人初读时感到困惑,但坚持下去会发现,每一次不解的困惑都是一次通往更深层理解的契机。作者似乎故意打乱了时间线和叙事重心,将一些本应是高潮的部分置于边缘,反而将那些被社会主流叙事所忽略的“静默时刻”放大成了叙事的锚点。这种非线性的叙述方式极大地挑战了读者的阅读习惯,但一旦你适应了这种节奏,你会发现它带来的智力上的愉悦是无与伦比的。它不是一碗营养均衡的白米饭,更像是一道需要细细品鉴的分子料理,每一口都蕴含着作者对形式与内容关系的深刻反思。我猜想,作者在创作时,一定对传统小说结构抱有一种近乎反叛的审美品味。
评分从社会评论的角度来看,这本书提供了一个极具穿透力的切面,它没有直接去抨击任何宏大的政治或意识形态,而是选择了聚焦于那些在巨大变革面前显得尤为无助的个体心灵。我最受触动的是其中关于“记忆的不可靠性”这一主题的探讨。作者巧妙地通过多重叙述者(或至少是多个明确存在的声音)的交叉印证,揭示了集体记忆是如何被精心构建、维护,又是如何轻易地在个体私密记忆面前土崩瓦解的。书中描绘的那些关于过去场景的重述,每一个版本都有其内在的逻辑和情感合理性,却又相互矛盾,这使得我们不得不重新审视我们所坚信的“历史真相”到底有多大程度是基于构建而非事实。这种对认知偏差的冷静剖析,比任何激昂的控诉都更有力量。它让你在合上书本后,仍然会不断地回想那些对话的片段,思考自己对某些核心信念的执着是否也建立在同样脆弱的叙事之上。
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