A couple of weeks ago, this blog covered Sheri Tepper’s sci-fi classic Grass. The subject of today’s review, Raising the Stones, is not exactly a sequel but rather is another tale set in the same universe albeit hundreds of years in the future after the events of Grass. You can read it as a stand-alone work, but if you’ve read Grass first you’ll recognize a few items of technology here and there (specifically the doors that allow instant travel between planets, introduced at the end of Grass). The main character of Grass likewise plays a bit role in the origin story of one of the religions featured in Raising the Stones. Otherwise Raising the Stones is a perfectly servicable story in its own right.
For better or worse (mostly better), Raising the Stones is far too complex a book to summarize in a short review. It is the story of the conflict of two religions. It is the story of Sam Girat’s becoming a hero, while coming to realize what true heroism is. It is the story of conflict between patriarchy and matriarchy. And it is the story of the difference between a proper, healthy, joyful pastoralism and a slavish (literally), cruel, and hateful pastoralism. Any of these would be fair game for reflection, but given the nature of this blog it’s probably best to focus on some of the book’s religious reflections.
What we see unfolding across the novel is in one sense a fairly shallow and old-fashioned view of religion with a New-Agey twist. For example, the words of the prophetess (the main character from Grass) that found one of the main religions in the novel include tidbits like:
“”It is our minds and not any other attribute which gives us personhood and value. We share intelligence with other living things, and they are no less important then we. Even creatures without detectable intelligence have adapted themselves to play necessary roles. To make God in our image or we in God’s is blasphemy….
There is no sin inherent in any mind save the sin of pride in believing one has seen or been taught the absolute truth. The second greatest sin is refusing ot search for the truth one must acknowledge on will never absolutely find…
Even when people are well-meaning, do not let them fool with your heads.” (131-132)
This common God: “‘…should have come out of a fiery cloud. It should have descended from heaven…. It should have come through a fiery gate, like that prophetess…. But it just grew in the dirt like a turnip… How can we feel this way about something so common, somehting that just grew in the dirt?’
‘Because it works. It doesn’t threaten us. It doesn’t damn us to hell… It doesn’t require rituals… It just works.;” (228-229)
The true God is not a God of dominance, but rather a God who coordinates and unites and harmonizes and creates, rather than one who oppresses and destroys.
The other God, the one pretty clearly referencing the future descendant of Islam, has a different origin and a different function:
“… the retributive religions… they all came from a pastoral background. In primitive times, everything out there in the dark was a predator. One had to guard against everything that threatened the flock, had to kill it if possible. At night, the flock had to be sequestered, put in the fold and guarded. The shepherd had to stand guard, sleepless, night after night… The shepherd had to be afraid of everything… Only the people survived who were very alert and perpetually firghtened, and thus very irritable and quick to attack.” (371-372)
Again, this is all the sort of thing people would have learned in a public university Intro to Religion class fifty years ago. And as far as that goes the responses of apologetics fifty years ago are fine places to go. For example, is there any justice in the God portrayed in this book? Individual nature and the physical body have both been kicked out, so why should any single person matter at all? And is there any atonement possible for sins committed in the past? Etc.
Fortunately, none of this takes away from the quality of the book. It’s still a great story well worth reading.
One final note on the structure of the book: it’s super-irritating. For whatever reason, the publisher (I assume) decided to put the title of the book over a single bullet point on every page, followed by the page number, followed by the text.
If you’re a book publisher, please never do this.
If you’re a book reader, you should pick up and enjoy Raising the Stones.