An audio book.
Paul O'Rorke is a hard-working dentist living in NYC, obsessesed with the RedSox - he records each game on VHS. His father killed himself. He went out with a receptionist, Connie, for a while. She's a poet and she wanted children. His love affairs have always been obsessive, his break-ups traumatic. When in love he loses his own identity, giving his lover nothing to love. He realises that he uses guilt to get money from his patients, much as catholics use it. He's an atheist who's been involved with religious people. He's been prepared in the past to accept some of the limitations of Catholicism and Jewish because his girlfriends (or at least their parents) were believers.
He's rather anti-tech. Somebody has created a website for his surgery. He wants to shut it down, not least because it includes obscure religious quotes about the Amalokies faith. Posts under his name start appearing on Forums - is a disgruntled patient stealing his identity? The internet's distracting him from his job so he disconnects the surgery. He learns that he's been identified as an Amalokite - after DNA testing and heredity research. Ancient texts pre-dating the Bible are found. Amalokites were anti-semitic. He meets the 17th richest man in the States, Mercer, who's in the same situation as him and has doubts. He learns from his patients to live for the moment. He proposes to Connie but she quits from the job and goes to live with a poetry teacher. The RedSox threaten to mess up at the end of a season. Mercer cashes in his assets and kills himself.
In the penultimate hour there's a too long section about Grant Arthur wanting to become a Jew - circumcision; 6 hours of study/day - but not wanting to believe in God.
Other reviews
- Alex Clark (To Rise Again at a Decent Hour at times struggles to bear the weight of its conceit (digressions into the history of the Amalekites confound after a while), but at its best it is enormously impressive: profoundly and humanely engaged with the mysteries of belief and disbelief, linguistically agile and wrongfooting, and dismayingly funny in the way that only really serious books can be)
- samstillreading (I really enjoyed the first part of the novel. It’s witty and cynical, ... Paul’s lack of direction in terms of where his life is ‘going’ is quite funny to read ... But as the novel got deeper into religion, my mind tended to wander ... Chunks of the dialogue had a textbook feel, rather than the sharply balanced wit of Paul previously. I found myself skimming over these)
- mookseandgripes (Ferris it too keen to see the best in everything and can’t quite bring himself to be coruscating enough to truly hit hard. There are many fine comic digressions but Ferris too often pulls his punches far too early and ends up passing them off as clumsy and unorthodox (and weak) high fives. The book runs up a head of acerbic steam and then fizzles out to gently satirical. It dallies with serious intent and then plays it too safe. ... It’s a novel-length outburst of good-natured dyspepsia and about 200 of its 330 pages of far-from-original neurotic posturing fly by.)