Are you there, whoever? It's me, Lesley

Paul Constant

April 05, 2016

“Consider: A stranger calls you on the phone, says she’s conducting a survey, and asks if you believe in God,” Lesley Hazleton writes near the beginning of her new book. “You can answer only yes or no, since don’t knows don’t count. And consider too that if you simply hang up, as you’re likely to do if you consider this an absurdly simplistic question, you don’t count either.” Hazleton is explaining why polls usually indicate that Americans are such devout believers in God; if you force someone to make a binary choice, all nuance and shading simply disappears. Hazleton has never been a fan of oversimplification, which is why she wrote Agnostic: A Spirited Manifesto.

Agnostic is a beautiful, inquisitive, energetic 200-page tribute to uncertainty. It’s a book that only Hazleton could write, a densely researched exploration of the agnostic position that’s about fifty times as charming as anything Sam Harris has ever written and five hundred times more inspiring than any of Joel Osteen’s books. Along the way, she employs examples ranging from Muhammad’s terrified reaction to the first Quranic revelation to a physicist who discovered that adding every number from one to infinity equals -1/12 (yes, that’s minus one-twelfth). And after you’re reeling from the anecdote about the time Hazleton almost died in a racecar crash, she then coolly explains why mortality is vastly preferable to immortality in precise, compelling language. You might give yourself windburn turning these pages.

As a lifelong atheist who has many problems with blowhardy Hitchens-style atheism and who outright rejects the moronic hatred of Dawkins-style atheism, I still approached Agnostic with some trepidation. The word Manifesto in the title is a bit off-putting; it implies that Hazleton wants to force a pamphlet into your sweaty palm and preach about the power of I-don’t-know-ism. I’ve read lots of Christian books — Kathleen Norris’s impossibly gorgeous The Cloister Walk is a favorite — and I enjoy reading beautiful writing about faith, but there’s usually that uncomfortable moment when The Ask arrives, when the author makes uncomfortable eye contact and clears her throat and starts to offer up a really sweet deal on a timeshare on the other side of the Pearly Gates. How uncomfortable could Lesley Hazleton’s agnostic version of The Ask be?

Thankfully, that moment never comes. In fact, that “Manifesto” is by far the worst, most poorly chosen word in this book. Manifesto carries with it an oily political smell, a performative unctuousness. But Agnostic is more an encomium for doubt, or a paean to not knowing. Hazleton isn’t interested in coercing me into stop calling myself an atheist, and she’s not demanding you denounce Jesus Christ (or Allah, or Bob, or Tilda Swinton, or whoever) as your lord and savior. She mostly just wants us all to sit on a big blanket with her on a dark hillside and look up at the stars for a while.

The one point to which Hazleton keeps returning in Agnostic is a resistance against the idea of a complete understanding. Several times, she refutes the idea of a meaning of life. She scorns the concept of perfection. She highlights the importance of uncertainty in science, using the two great jesters of physics, Einstein and Feynman, as her supporting evidence. She does not demand that the faithful give up their religion, but she does think people should embrace the ineffableness of it all:

If there is one thing that can really be said with any certainty about God, it is that the name is utterly insufficient to the concept. What, then, if we were to refrain from laying claim to it? What if we were to drop the pretense of familiarity, the hubris of claiming to know the unknowable and trying to nail down the transcendent? What, that is, if we were to leave God out of the discussion — not as a matter of disbelief, but in full awareness of the insufficiency of the name, and in acknowledgement of whatever it is that we sense it might stand for?

When I finished reading the last page of Agnostic, I closed the book and stared at it for a while. Hazleton’s voice bounced around in my head, repeating her sparkling anecdotes — about an elegant mathematical proof she carried around in a wallet that was later stolen, about a night she spent on Mount Sinai, about the mezuzah on the door of her houseboat. And then I did something I have not done in a very long time: I flipped the book over, opened it, and then read the whole thing over again immediately. I didn’t want to stop feeling that joyful crush of wonder, of not knowing. When you acknowledge the uncertainty that surrounds you at all times, that means there’s so much more out there for you to learn. In fact, that’s when the fun really starts.

Books in this review:
  • Agnostic
    by Lesley Hazleton
    Riverhead Books
    April 04, 2016
    224 pages
    Provided by publisher
    Buy on IndieBound

About the writer

Paul is a co-founder of The Seattle Review of Books. He has written for The Progressive, Newsweek, Re/Code, the Utne Reader, the New York Observer, and many North American alternative weeklies. Paul has worked in the book business for two decades, starting as a bookseller (originally at Borders Books and Music, then at Boston's grand old Brattle Bookshop and Seattle's own Elliott Bay Book Company) and then becoming a literary critic. Formerly the books editor for the Stranger, Paul is now a fellow at Civic Ventures, a public policy incubator based out of Seattle.

Follow Paul Constant on Twitter: @paulconstant

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