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Pentecostal Biblical Studies: Is Going Back to the Source Really All That Bad?
It seems that my friends in the Pentecostal academic world have come up with another interesting link, this time to Jaques Berlinerbau’s An Afternoon With the Society for Pentecostal Studies. It’s an opportunity for me to opine on a subject that has lurked in the background ever since my brother’s unfavourite Episcopal minister taught me Theology I in prep school: the whole business of modern and (now) post-modern Biblical studies.
Berlinerbau put his photo on a large number of dartboards five years ago with his article “What’s Wrong with the Society of Biblical Literature?” But he’s back to review the Pentecostal contingent of this organisation. There’s one comment that really struck me as rather strange:
Still, none of that astonished me as much as the way that the presenters reasoned through their subject matter. Their stated remarks were devoid of nearly any reference to biblical scholarship. The speakers each built their arguments almost exclusively by citing scriptural passages in an effort to figure out what the Bible was trying to say.
This is highly unusual—the typical exegete’s research leans heavily on the findings of modern biblical scholarship and those findings are prominently integrated into the substance of the analysis.
Making this more unusual was the fact that all of the presenters had considerable training as biblical scholars. All had professional familiarity with ancient Greek and probably biblical Hebrew. A glance at their footnotes (two of the presenters handed out copies) indicates that they were, in fact, acquainted with secondary scholarly literature, especially biblical commentaries.
But that secondary literature was relegated to the backmatter. It could not, for some reason, intrude upon the presenter’s interpretation of scriptural verses. These verses were assumed to link together into a larger pattern of meaning; a meaning which constituted the truth of the Scripture and the labor of the scholar.
While grateful that a non-Pentecostal would break down and admit that we can, indeed, read, write, and complete a sentence (which is more than some other Christians can bring themselves to do) I think it strange that he would unfavourably comment on those who, rather than contenting themselves on what others said about the Bible, would actually want to find out what it said for themselves. For all his criticisms of the SBL, in a way he’s stumbled onto the reason why the SBL–to say nothing about much contemporary Biblical scholarship–is so irrelevant both to society in general and Christians in particular.
The basic problem we have is that the Bible that is the subject of most academic Biblical criticism and the Bible as understood by Christianity’s supporters on the one hand and its detractors on the other are two entirely different books. Academic Biblical scholarship has undermined its own reason for existence through a number of processes that have gone on for a long time, the most significant of which is source criticism. By undermining the veracity and integrity of the Bible’s sources, they have reduced the relevance of its content. In some ways an atheist who takes the written word at face value and attacks it has a higher value of the truth content of the Scriptures than many academic Biblical scholars do. In the past liberal churchmen and women have relied on this approach to the content of the Bible as a foil to literal fundamentalism, but we’ve seen in recent years a switch in strategy to a more post-modern approach of “let’s admit it says X for sure but then interpret it to mean Y.”
Beyond that academic Biblical scholarship is excessively riveted to the idea that the Bible spoke first and last to its own time–that is, when they could agree what that time was (and the dating issue is always a fun one in Biblical scholarship.) They overlook the fact that, if the Bible is only a historical book, it’s probably not worth the study put into it. Most academic Biblical scholarship doesn’t really tell people what they need to know about the Scriptures to apply it to their current existence. That problem is made worse by frequently weak approaches to the surrounding disciplines such as history, sociology and economics. (An exception to that is here.)
Pentecostals understand better than just about anybody in Christianity that the Church isn’t worth much without the living presence of the Spirit, and a part of that is a Biblical exegesis that is alive. Implicit in that idea are two things. First, much of the academic work done on the Bible is simply in the way of its understanding, irrespective of what level of life you’re working from. Second, although Pentecostals are usually characterised as literalists, in many ways the exegesis I hear from many Pentecostal pulpits has what used to be referred to in polite company as the sensus plenior: the Patristic idea that the inspiration of the Scriptures and the nature of the text requires an interpretation that goes beyond the immediate. For all of their differences, academic scholars and fundamentalists agree on one principle: the only sense of the Scriptures is the one that can be narrowly drawn from the written text, even though their concept of the reliability of that text is different. To a large extent academic Biblical scholarship has laboured to expunge the sensus plenior, and to bring it back requires the ejection of a lot of baggage.
Under these circumstances, the whole business of Biblical studies as an academic discipline is redefined, and it’s no wonder Pentecostals take a different approach to their work.
Finally I find any idea that secondary material–even if it consists of primary academic work product–should take some kind of priority in discourse is counter-intuitive. It recalls the warning that Moses Maimonides gave to Muslim and Christian scholars many years ago:
…when they laid down their propositions, (they) did not investigate the real properties of things; first of all they considered what must be the properties of the things which should yield proof for or against a certain creed; and when this was found they asserted that the thing must be endowed with those properties; then they employed the same assertion as a proof for the identical arguments which had led to the assertion, and by which they either supported or refuted a certain opinion…Therefore when philosophers of a subsequent date studied the same writings they did not perceive the true character of the arguments; on the contrary, they found in the ancient works strong proofs and valuable support for the acceptance or rejection of certain opinions, and thus thought that, so far as religious principles were concerned, there was no necessity whatever to prove or refute any of their propositions…
On my website vulcanhammer.net, I have at the masthead the rather pretentious “…a bulwark against the creep of ignorance in geotechnical and marine engineering.” That was based on a statement by a civil engineering professor at West Point, who lamented that “In this modern information age, it is hard to believe that important knowledge could simply vanish through disuse, but the sad fact is that it happens.” Even in really scientific disciplines, it’s easy for important things to get lost in the layering of academic work. Perhaps this is yet another way in which the “breath of the Spirit” can move in the church–that is, if we can avoid getting bogged down in others’ bad habits along the way.
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Certified for Occupancy: Will the Re-Opening of the Palm Beach Publix be the Next "Event of the Season?"
Publix has cleared yet another hurdle in its process to re-open its Palm Beach store:
The new Palm Beach Publix was issued a conditional certificate of occupancy Wednesday from the Town’s Planning, Zoning and Building Department.
The store was inspected Tuesday and late last week.
“This essentially means that the project is substantially complete,” said Bill Bucklew of the Planning, Zoning and Building Department. “It allows Publix employees and vendors to get inside the store and begin the stocking process.”
Readers of this blog will remember my Christmas piece The Event of the Season, which described the opening of the original Palm Beach Publix in 1971. I still find it amazing that a chain supermarket can make such a splash in an elite place such as Palm Beach, but that’s the moral to the whole story:
The first lesson from this is that, no matter how much money you have, saving it is important. In a nation which loves to “flash the cash” or worse the credit, this bears repeating. If people in Palm Beach like to save money, you should too.
Second, some of the most important things in life are the most ordinary. Amidst the ritzy charity balls and celebrity events that mark the season in Palm Beach, the opening of a grocery store made an enormous impact.
That’s the way it is with Christmas and the Incarnation. Jesus Christ came in very ordinary circumstances, born of a mother whose family had come down a long way from the time when they were kings of Judah and Israel. After escaping Herod’s attempt to eliminate him as a power challenger, he grew up in Nazareth, than and now not a place associated with the elites of this world. “’Foxes have holes,’ answered Jesus, ‘and wild birds their roosting-places, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head,’” (Matthew 8:20) characterised his life, and after being executed between criminals he was laid to rest in a borrowed tomb.
But the ordinary became the extraordinary when he ended his rest and rose from the dead, making it possible for us to do the same and to have eternal life. Like the opening of the Publix in Palm Beach, the whole history of Jesus Christ–his birth, life, death, resurrection, ascension, and return–is the “event of the season,” but in this case the season is human history. We are a part of that history and can be a part of its greatest event by not being ripped off by the Devil and by accepting the free gift of eternal life which only Jesus Christ can give.
The re-opening of the Palm Beach Publix is 19 December 2011, just in time for us to celebrate the incarnation.
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"Extreme events induced by man:" the new euphemism for acts of terror
While digging through my email, I could not help but notice this, from the promotion of a new publication by the American Association of State Highway and Transportation Officials (AASHTO):
New and extensively researched, Bridge Security Guidelines offers guidance on bridge design for extreme events induced by man. This document provides the designer with information on the response of concrete bridge columns subjected to blast loads as well as blast-resistant design and detailing guidelines and analytical models of blast load distribution.
Although this is an important topic, there are many “extreme events induced by man” wrought on bridges and other transportation related structures, including impact by wayward ships. But I guess our bureaucrashpere holds the whole concept of “terrorism” in such dread (following the lead of the Chief Bureaucrat) that they don’t like to mention the word in polite company.
I would be remiss if I didn’t say that AASHTO is a tireless advocate for getting our transportation infrastructure upgraded, and that’s certainly needful these days.
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Baptists: the "One Way Calvinists" Split Over Making It a Two-Way Street
The question of Calvinism is one of the major challenges facing American Christianity today, a leader of the Southern Baptist Convention (SBC) said last month.
In an 18 October 2011 interview posted on the website of SBC Today, the Rev Frank Page, the chief executive of the SBC executive committee said “one of the issues which is a tremendous challenge for us is the theological divide of Calvinism and non-Calvinism.
“Everyone is aware of this, but few want to talk about this in public,” said Dr Page, who served from 2006-2008 as president of the SBC – America’s largest Protestant denomination and second largest religious group after the Roman Catholic Church.
Looking at this theologically, the issue isn’t whether Southern Baptists want to be Calvinists at all but whether they want to be Calvinists in full.
From a practical side, there are two parts of Calvinism: election and perseverance. True Calvinists have always taught that both are irrevocable and immutable acts of God in the life of every believer. Southern Baptists, however, have traditionally rejected Calvinistic election but have embraced Calvinistic perseverance, as any Methodist or Pentecostal will attest. Where the debate is centred these days is on whether to adopt Calvinistic election, which would radically alter the dynamic of Baptist evangelism and outreach. Thus, the “one way Calvinists” are now being challenged within their own ranks to go all the way with the system.
As Conger’s article points out, new seminarians are more likely to embrace complete Calvinism (“TULIP”). This is because Calvinism is generally the most intellectually respectable position in Protestant seminaries, and is getting into churches far more Arminian than Baptist ones. This respectability is only a sign of the weakness of the current state of Protestant theology.
Baptists are right to want to eliminate their current theological incongruity of election and perseverance, but Calvinism is the wrong way to do it.
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Reply to Brian McLaren: If Church is the Problem, Maybe We Should Get Rid of It
I have to confess that Brian McLaren’s piece Seminary Is Not the Problem — the Church Is is one of the most curious pieces I have ever read. It’s not often that an academic (?) so baldly proclaims that the “real world” is so deficient that it should be remoulded to follow the academic one but that’s exactly what he’s doing.
My own career spans both the commercial and ecclesiastical worlds, and some (current) academic experience to boot. It’s hard to know where to start to respond to such a thesis, but let me start here: if I were to get up and proclaim to my peers that the civil engineering practice and its practitioners were so hopelessly philistine that the entire profession should be overturned to be more like engineering schools, I would be laughed out of the room.
In my profession, the whole point of education is to prepare men and women for an effective career designing and bringing to reality things that ultimately are safe and useful to the public. Academia is an important anchor in the scheme of things but ultimately it’s the work product of those who come out of our institutions of learning that defines our profession to the public and ourselves. And that largely takes place outside of the halls of ivy (or kudzu in this part of the country.) Academia’s role is best when it serves the world around it, which is the best form of leadership. (I wonder where the idea of leading by serving comes from…)
There are always those who do best in an academic environment. But to say that the church world is so dull that it needs to be more like seminary (and anyone who’s been around academia of any kind knows that we carry our sinful nature there, too) has put the cart before the horse.
Taking McLaren’s sweeping generalisations for what they’re worth, there’s one statement that has a ring of truth:
It may sound harsh for me to say, but I think it is unethical to send gifted, idealistic, and high-potential young leaders into intractable, dysfunctional congregations that will grind them up, disillusion them, and damage them for life.
Most churches are unsuited for the ministers that our seminaries produce. But he needs to be careful in making that proclamation: if Evangelical Christianity had a stronger system of lay discipleship, many of our ministers would be redundant. If that ever happened, our seminaries would be in serious trouble, because it would fundamentally challenge the whole ministry paradigm that is their raison d’être.
McLaren’s solution would get rid of church as we largely know it. He needs to be careful: he many end up getting rid of seminary as we know it too, if some of us get to take things to their logical conclusion.
HT to Regent University’s Kim Alexander for putting me on to this.
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Maybe We Need Some Christian Imams
As the leaves start to fall on campuses here in Tennessee, we are treated to the ongoing spectacle of Vanderbilt University using its nondiscrimination policy to progressively ban Christian student organisations from campus. There are so many logical nonsequiturs to this move that it’s hard to know where to start: will they extend this to Muslim groups? Is anyone forced to join these organisations? How can they say with a straight face they’re welcoming to all of their students while they are banning groups?
I have no desire to divine the mind of Vanderbilt’s administration. What I would like to do is pose a more immediate question to my Christian readers: what are we going to do about it? The usual first reaction is to sue. The results of previous lawsuits have not been encouraging. Given the style of mind prevalent in our upper reaches, this is unsurprising. To take this in another direction, I’d like to start by turning to the religion that always seems to get a pass these days: Islam.
One of the most interesting people I have ever known was a fellow graduate student (mid 1990’s) from the Sudan. A warm and open person, we were able to spend a lot of time discussing Christianity, Islam and many other subjects.
One of the first thing I found out about him was that he was a Sunni imam. He had been elected same by some of his fellow students while studying engineering at the University of Khartoum, leading their studies of the Qur’an.
I still find this fact amazing. A group of students elected one of their own to be their religious leader, and we as Christians spend so much time trying to figure out how to compensate our ministers and set up all of these fancy ministries to reach out to people. As I pointed out, that informality of organisation–a hallmark of Sunni and Sufi Islam–was and is one of the roots of groups such as al-Qaeda. Nobody (other than them) likes the result, but we need to appreciate the fact that there is a result.
Evangelicals pride themselves in having jettisoned so much “churchianity” such as the priesthood and the liturgy, and yet are still mired in a compensated ministry paradigm that both robs the laity of its God-given role and forces too much of the system to revolve around the compensation rather than the ministry. American Evangelicals also are very dependent upon “official” recognition of one kind or another to operate in the manner they are accustomed to.
But the truth is that, when you have enemies in high places who think you’re an existential threat, your ability to operate in the open will be restricted whether you like it or not. To some extent that drives the situation in Islamic countries. People say that Islam is a political religion, and no one knows that better than Muslim leaders. Saudi Arabia has as little (or less) use for al-Qaeda than we do, and they have the tough security apparatus to back it up. To allow these groups to operate in the full open is potentially suicidal, as Hosni Mubarak found out the hard way. When you can’t operate in the “official” open, you do it some other way.
In spite of legal successes, Christians in the U.S. need to understand that, as tolerance spreads to others, it will be cut off for us. Part of our response needs to be to prepare ourselves organisationally to operate in a more informal–and under the radar–way, especially in institutions such as universities. That involves training our people more thoroughly in the basics of the faith so that they can lead others in situations where our anointed/compensated (there’s a difference, but that’s for another post) leaders cannot get in and official recognition would only lead to trouble. Universities always provide places for students to “hang out,” where official recognition isn’t necessary.
In other words, we need “Christian imams” such as I described earlier, and I don’t mean Chrislam either.
It’s true that operating in this way won’t show up on your resumé on earth. But it will in heaven. May show up on someone else’s, too, and that’s the whole point.
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Book Review: Laurence Leamer’s Madness Under the Royal Palms: Love and Death Behind the Gates of Palm Beach
One day while growing up in Palm Beach, I stopped to visit my grandmother. As I’ve documented numerous times on this blog, I frequently found myself on the wrong end of Palm Beach’s brutal social system (well, the young part of it, at least.) In response to my complaints about the place, she, in some ways embodying the “old Palm Beach,” said that the town was a place that grew on you and you’d always want to come back to.
As the years pass, in some ways I find she’s right, although Palm Beach, like some other places in the world, doesn’t have a “right of return.” More to the point Palm Beach is a place that doesn’t leave you once you’ve internalized it. The world never looks the same once you’ve lived and moved and had your being in a town that is, for many of the most successful in this world, the ne plus ultra of communities.
It is with more than passing interest, therefore, that I picked up a copy of Laurence Leamer’s Madness Under the Royal Palms: Love and Death Behind the Gates of Palm Beach. Leamer, who has written extensively about the Kennedys (another Palm Beach fixture,) went one better than many people who write about the place: he actually has a residence there and moved socially amongst the residents before putting his thoughts, experiences and interviews to book form. How he manages to show his face in the place after this is his problem, but for me a documented journey through the island was an opportunity to reflect on my own experience and to see what had changed and what had not.
The best place to start is the title. There’s no doubt that Madness Under the Royal Palms was intended to be provocative. But is the way the social system works in Palm Beach really a generalized form of insanity? A true Palm Beacher would simply come back in this way: is there any other way to run a social system? Like many places in the world, Palm Beach runs on its own internal logic, which makes sense to the participants even if it defies the conventional wisdom of outsiders. But one of the first lessons of life under the royal palms (or the Australian pines, or the banyan trees, or behind the ficus hedges) is that you’re not on this earth to conform to the conventional wisdom of the unwashed.
Leamer’s chief explanation of the ostensibly bizarre doings on the island is that the system is entirely driven by money, especially its disposition. At one point in the book he compares the destructive results of the system to the One Ring of J.R.R. Tolkien. A more relevant ring analogy would be Wagner. Palm Beach has more than its share of Alberichts who have forsaken love for gold, and that fact leaves more conventional wisdom about human relationships behind as well. In the end, however, things are more complicated.
In the midst of his chronicle of the present reality of Palm Beach, Leamer does provide some background. Palm Beach is originally a product of the Gilded Age, a place meant to be both the pleasant geographical terminus of a nation and the end game of success and upward social mobility. His account of the family affairs of Henry Morrison Flagler, the real founder of the place, is intended to be compared to the escapades of his current characters. To some extent the career of Addison Mizner, the gay architect whose Mediterranean creations defined Palm Beach for many years (and much of whose work has been lost in the “level and rebuild” craze that has taken the town by storm the last thirty years) is paralleled with the current situation of that community in Palm Beach. But Palm Beach, although a world unto itself in many ways, is influenced by the changes taking place in American society at large, and Leamer’s book documents those changes without really coming to grips for an explanation.
One of the important variables in the way people move up socially is determined by the rate of ascent. As long as that rate is moderate, it’s possible for those who at the top to begin with to properly assimilate those who are moving up, both by marriage and by enforcement of the rules of society. When that rate is very fast, however, the assimilation problem breaks down, and you end up with most dreadful result possible: tasteless nouveaux riches making a statement and getting away with it.
Leamer is certainly aware of the effects of vast sums of money showing up all at once, and its effect on society:
At the top of the milieu Shannon (Donnelly, the Palm Beach Daily News’ society columnist) covered was a new breed of billionaire and near-billionaire who set themselves apart and above from the old elite. For the most part, they did not join the clubs, and they held themselves separate from the community. The gods of irony or unintended consequence had played a cosmic joke, giving them money beyond human imagination, money so grand that there were no pleasures expensive enough be beyond them; yet in having everything they cared for nothing. (pp. 153-4)
The fundamental disconnect between money and the positive human attributes that most Americans associate with material success isn’t new in Palm Beach. The whole concept of “more money than brains” is an old one there. The realization of that disconnect is one of those things that sticks with a product of Palm Beach more than just about anything else. It’s a major reason, for example, for my instinctive aversion to prosperity teaching, an aversion that’s next to impossible to explain to people. (I see that my fellow Palm Beacher George Conger has a similar aversion that that theology, although he, like most, couches it in Biblical terms.) What’s changed, however, is a) the size of the fortunes being made and b) the fact that most of the people who have them have ostensibly come by the wealth in the first generation, which implies that they’re responsible for its accumulation even when there’s no obvious reason why they should be.
The inrush of that kind of money has changed the landscape of Palm Beach more than anything else, both physically (to the extent that those who want to build can get past the preservationists) and socially. At the vanguard of that change is Donald Trump, whose transformation of the Mar-a-Lago estate into a private club, with the concomitant opportunity of the clubless arrivistes to have their own place in the sun free from the constraints of places like the Everglades Club, the Bath and Tennis (B&T) Club, or even the Palm Beach Country Club. (As an aside, my gut tells me that Leamer has overplayed his hand on the formal stuffiness of the B&T. Palm Beach is full of institutions which set ridiculous rules and people who ignore them when the situation calls for it. The B&T was the place, for example, where one Palm Beach Day School classmate asked me at a dance, “Are you experienced?”)
Mentioning the Palm Beach Country Club brings up another ongoing transformative aspect to Palm Beach life: the island’s Jewish community. Jews have come to Palm Beach since the beginning, in the early years readily mixing with their Gentile friends. (For numerous reasons I prefer my mother’s term for the non-children of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob over Leamer’s “WASP.”) The whole saga of a Jewish community that is socially (and to some extent physically) separate from its Gentile counterpart began in 1944, three years before the founding of the State of Israel. At that time Jewish entrepreneur A.M. Sonnabend offered to purchase a large tract of land and buildings which included the Biltmore Hotel and the original Flagler mansion. Just as their Zionist counterparts needed an Arthur Balfour to facilitate their return to the Promised Land, so also did the Jews who wished to come to the island. They found one in Claude Reese, scion of a pioneer family in Palm Beach County and an eminent realtor. (The Southern Scots-Irish have always been the great interlopers between Jew and Gentile, and always with unexpected results.) The Gentiles were furious at such an invasion, so Reese, mindful of his commission, came up with a plan. Knowing that Sonnabend was undercapitalized, he offered to the residents the option to buy out his contract before he could come up with the money. They could not bring themselves to do so, and Sonnabend was able to make the purchase.
The subsequent quasi-two-state history has pretty much paralleled its Middle Eastern counterpart, albeit with more money per capita on the table and less bloodshed. (My brother did get a fractured jaw out of the conflict.) The Gentiles fulminate and moan about the Jews and their ways, but with each passing year the Jewish presence in Palm Beach increases and the Gentile decreases. Without enough fresh Gentile blood and money (and without the Palestinians’ death penalty for selling property to the Jews, we sold our house to a Jewish couple when we left in 1972) Palm Beach is transformed into a predominantly Jewish town, gripes about the Shiny Sheet looking like the Jerusalem Post notwithstanding. (Personally I think that the paper’s coverage of Jewish holidays and other religious events is one of the best things they do.) In the meanwhile Palm Beach life goes on with separate clubs, charity balls and other social events. It’s a situation that doesn’t fit into anyone’s “politically correct” paradigm and Leamer has received criticism for discussing it. But he is spot-on in his description. I first commented on this state of affairs in 2005; its perpetuation isn’t really a credit to anyone on the island.
While discussing communities in Palm Beach, Leamer documents the rise (or more accurately the revealing) of another group: the gay community. Until the 1990’s the existence of same was largely an open secret in a town where open secrets are plentiful. But, in parallel with developments elsewhere, the gay community has come out in force to the extent that Leamer proclaims that Palm Beach is as gay as San Francisco. (But does it rival Atlanta?) As is the case with just about everything else in Palm Beach, the results don’t match conventional wisdom. To begin with, Leamer had more difficulty getting gays to talk about their life in Palm Beach more than any other group, and in some cases was forced to use pseudonyms, something that strikes me as “old school Palm Beach” as much as anything he touches upon. Beyond that, rather than creating a new paradigm for life on the island, “(w)hat the gays in Palm Beach have produced is largely a society that replicates the straight world with the same preoccupations the same narrow preconceptions and judgments. They play same games with charity and go through the same struggles to get their Botoxed features in the Shiny Sheet.” (p. 253)
If group documentation was Leamer’s main device to chronicle Palm Beach in the decades straddling the turn of the millennium, it would probably make for a dull book. Leamer’s technique, however, is to use selected people to illustrate the state of the island. He weaves his characters skilfully like a good novelist, which is good to hold your interest, and of course it’s always a good idea to keep up with the key players (which he struggled to find in some cases, especially when it came to the Gentiles.) Novelists, however, are forced to resort to artifices to keep the narrative moving, and although Palm Beach is this country’s small town par excellence, he runs the risk of either missing something or someone really important or having to bend his narrative to keep his story together.
Through his characters we see the various aspects of life in Palm Beach: the houses, the Worth Avenue shopping, and the charity balls. These last are not to be underestimated; they define both the season in general and those who attend them. They are part of the race to the top that Leamer likens to a greyhound race (an analogy I used in my piece Running Rusty.) Although these have doubtless raised money for worthy causes, the whole spectacle of the things tends to sour the long-term observer to charitable giving as a whole, which is something else that’s hard to explain outside of Palm Beach. But perhaps the sincerity of the givers and guests should not be underestimated. Leamer’s epilogue is the aftermath of the collapse of Bernie Madoff’s scheme, which drained funds from both the Palm Beach Country Club and a good portion of its membership. In the wake of that collapse, one lament many of his Jewish victims made was that they were no longer able to give to charity, something that struck me as heartfelt.
The one place that hit home more than any other was the effect of Palm Beach-level wealth on family life. It was painful to read many of the accounts. This is one place where Palm Beach has changed very little. Children are still victims of acrimonious divorces and abductions that would land lesser parents in prison, in between being shunted off to boarding schools and raised by the help. Leamer’s account of Fred Keller, which ended up in Keller murdering his wife and going to prison while his son Fredchen blocked him out of his life, was one of the more riveting—and gut-wrenching—things to get through in the book. But if Leman had gone back a generation or two, he could have found equally squalid accounts.
That, of course, brings me to an aspect of Palm Beach life I am all too familiar with: Palm Beach Day School. His description of the school (with the exception of a few details) could have been made when I was there:
The Day School teachers are often excellent, and they try to teach the children about the world beyond Palm Beach, but it is difficult. Ten-year-olds have their hair colored and go in for weekly manicures and pedicures. The private school children learn how to judge another person by his clothes, his car, and his address. Many of them are brought up more by nannies than mothers, and only toddled occasionally to be displayed to dinner guests like a new bibelot. Many of the children, especially those who are the children of divorce, have their own therapists with whom they discuss their problems.
They live on their own island of children within the island of Palm Beach. If things go according to plan, they go to prep school and then to the Ivy League, and from there perhaps to Wall Street. As long as they live in this pocket of privilege, they are smart and adept, but step across the bridge into what most people call America, and they are confronted with a world about which they know nothing. (pp. 24-25)
At the start I considered the book’s title, Madness Under the Royal Palms. It’s time to consider the subtitle: Love and Death Behind the Gates of Palm Beach. Leamer rightly describes Palm Beach, behind the three bridges that both connect and separate the town from the mainland, as the country’s first gated community. It is a place at the pinnacle of this country’s life, and its residents—past and present—know it. For all intents and purposes they might as well inscribe on all of the bridges’ the street lights the same motto the Romans had for the Straits of Gibraltar: ne plus ultra, there is no beyond. And it’s not only gated from the outside world, but within there are many gates and walls that keep people from each other as well, barriers more than what we see “beyond the gates.”
To have grown up in such a place was and is an experience both defining and dissatisfying. There has to be better, one tells oneself, even as people pay exorbitant prices for large houses (only to replace them in some cases) on tiny lots to have their address on the island. Some of that beyond can be found in that wide world beyond; in that respect, the efforts of my Palm Beach Day school teachers paid off (maybe too much.) But when you’re in the “centre of the universe,” there is ultimately only one plus ultra that can satisfy:
And so Jesus, also, to purify the People by his own blood, suffered outside the gate. Therefore let us go out to him ‘outside the camp,’ bearing the same reproaches as he; for here we have no permanent city, but are looking for the City that is to be. (Hebrews 13:12-14)
