It was St. Ignatius Loyola, founder of the Jesuits, who said in the preface to his 'Spiritual Exercises' that it is 'not the abundance of knowledge that fills and satifies the Soul, rather it is the inward sense and taste of things'. This book by Gai Eaton bears testimony to this truth. The influence of the author's friend T. S. Eliot pervades the book - Eliot's 'The Waste Land' acts as a sort of template for the very chapter structure (so that, for example, Chapter One is subtitled 'Unreal Cities'). But don't let the text's Modernist credentials put you off this book. For this book is not simply about to gather a few broken shards of civilisation into its 216 pages. Rather the book clearly identifies for its readers the cosmic role and responsibility of man. Man, says Eaton, is created to pray, not to work. For society to get a spiritual focus seems a pretty well-nigh impossible task, yet this is the call of this book. But unlike many books on a similar theme Eaton is able to suggest some realistic answers to life's problems. And the fundamental answer is getting one's relationship with God sorted.
Eaton quotes extensively from the bible as well as the Qur'an. If he didn't say so in his introduction, you never know that he was a Muslim. The perspective of the book is, however, totally God-centric. Remarkable and refreshing. A wake-up call to people of faith everywhere. Ultimately what's important claims Eaton (like St. Ignatius) is a real, living, faithful relationship with our maker. Not an abundance of knowledge.