This book is about doubting atheists - whom it would be more honest to call agnostics, only atheism is more 'sexy' thanks to the machinations of the evil Ditchkins*. It is intended for those who, in Professor Kearney's words, after ridding themselves of "God" still seek God, and again he's being less than straightforward - he surely means those who after ridding themselves of God, still seek "God" - but Kearney is determined, as a lapsed lapsed Catholic, to find something concrete to say about that of which he concedes one can know 'virtually nothing', pretty obviously; if we throw out dogma and ritual we are left with scholastic hairsplitting, pinheads without the angels. In his preface he uses transit as a verb (he means travel or pass, but it does suggest public transport - Heaven abhors jargon!) and he and his editor both have trouble with the word Scorsese. But I'm giving it 2 stars and hoping for enlightenment
*cf the woefully mistitled Atheist Delusions, whose author, a suspected closet unbeliever, has been garlanded with prizes by the fearful faithful, which having geared up for battle avoids the Big Issues (beyond the odd sniping - he's a specialist in snark) for quibbles about early Christianity and paganism, matters of sublime indifference to either camp