Such was, and is, my sheltered view of Jake’s quandary. It took me many years to see this: we are not called to be superstars we are only called to be quiet voices for Peace. And by going this little, middle way, we avoid Jake’s endless mind weeds and stymied, desperate ambition. We all have to recognize that, by ourselves, we’re nothing to write home about. It’s simply trying, not to ram home a point, but to humbly go one’s own simple way in a world gone mad with conflict. Remember the Little Way of St Therese? It isn’t proud. Now, the Middle Way is a truth shared by both Buddhism and Christian thought. It can lead to depression, especially once we are led to believe that the brutal facts are all there is.įor the Middle Way can mitigate their sharpness painlessly. And he’s Jewish - and woke to boot - like his fantasy idol, the Horseman.īut reality, especially nowadays as it is used as a tool of media conditioning or literary entertainment, can be jagged and abrasive. The real must, however, of course take precedence in our lives. It was a false dawn - as Mallarme says, it was the mere shadow of reality - an inner knee-jerk reaction to the real. I thought I was on a voyage of self-discovery by reading this book.
Capable both of deep feeling and razor-sharp insight, he’s EMBEDDED in his life. Back in 1976, embroiled in the process of rediscovering myself, I pounced upon the emotional car wreck of Jake Hersh’s life - here, and quickly after in the sequel - Joshua, Then and Now.
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