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A disappointing autobiography of the former Bishop, 8 April 1999
By A Customer
Roddy Wright is a man for whom I have always had considerable regard. On the various occasions our paths crossed he always seemed to combine in a unique way deep spiritual insight, a sense of humour and a down to earth practicality. Although my own dalliance with the priesthood ended almost 30 years ago I was among the many in the Highlands and Islands who felt the Catholic Church had made a particularly wise choice of Bishop. I have also known many priests who have felt it necessary to leave. Most managed to do so without arousing much interest from the press. This was clearly impossible for a Bishop. In the resulting press feeding frenzy it became impossible for anyone to distinguish truth from fiction. I therefore welcome the opportunity to hear Roddy's own side of the story, which is really not that different from that of the many other priests who have found themselves in similar situations. However, this is not a great work of literature. Many, unlike me, who don't share his background in the Glasgow slums and the Westerm Isles will find his emotional descriptions difficult to take. The final chapter, with its endless list of visits by and to relatives, contributes little to the story. The almost total lack of criticism of the church, and its celibacy rule in particular, will disappoint many. I would hazard a guess that he might see things differently in a few years time, when he has had more time to reflect.
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A poorly written and self-indulgent confessional, 3 April 1999
By A Customer
There is nothing wrong with the Catholic Church - no failures in teaching, in pastoral care or in structure. At least that is what you would believe if you ever took this book seriously. Oh, for a mere hint of debate or dissent from this former Prince of the Church. Instead we get only the childish - as opposed to childlike - need for Roddy Wright to bare his soul and reflect on the 'hurt' he has caused. I would not mind this so much, but this book is so badly written that reading it surely merits at least one plenary indulgence. A truly bad book. Put your money in the poor box instead.
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