Dennett, Daniel C. Breaking the spell: religion as a natural phenomenon. Viking, 2006.


Daniel Dennett is a brilliant philosopher, and also a general in the army that is out to rid humanity of traditional religions. He takes up his mission with the zeal of a preacher, saying at the very outset of this penetrating appraisal of religion: “I say unto you, O religious folks who fear to break the taboo: Let go! Let go! You’ll hardly notice the drop!” Such language is appropriate, given that (as he sees it) religion is an unfortunate spell to which we are bound, and he is out to break it.

In 2006 Dennett published a provocative essay in which he described people who had rid themselves of all traditional religious beliefs as brights, without using any epithet for those who haven’t. The present book, which offers some generous, if sarcastic-sounding suggestions as not how the non-brights might call themselves,  is an expansion, elucidation, and defense of the brights-position. The book says little that is entirely new to reasonable skeptics,  informed atheists and unreligious scientists, but it says it all with great wit, intelligence and persuasiveness.

In a “I-come-to-bury-Caesar-not-to-praise-him” style, Dennett is not out to decry, degrade, or destroy religion, but only to analyze it from scientific perspectives. All he wants to explain is that religion is just another human invention to serve human needs, and is no revealer of truths, much less a vehicle that gives us a post mortem ride unto a grander or more terrible world beyond space and time. His analysis of religion and its emergence is sharp and insightful, and as informative as that of a master anthropologist about an exotic culture. In an age in which mindless religious fanaticism does havoc the world over, and sometimes tries to distort or usurp science, a book like this is welcome.

However, what escapes Dennett’s analysis is that we are all under the spell of something or other. It could be fanatical religion or unadulterated rationality. Redemption for the brights consists in breaking the spell of religion, and in coming under the spell of pure rationality in the appraisal and experience of everything human. As to whether this book will transform millions into brights, it is difficult to say. It may be generations before that goal is achieved. Some, after recalling Stalin and Mao, may wonder if it is even a safe goal to strive for. But who knows!

December 27, 2013

Welcome December!


This is the month of Christmas and Hanukkah for people of the Judeo-Christian traditions when lamps will be lit, gifts will be exchanged, trees will be decorated,  stores will be invaded, and moneys will be collected for charity by the Salvation army.

But when poets write about drear-nighted December, and complain that

      The sun that brief December day

      Rose cheerless over the gray,

      And, darkly circled, gave at noon

      A sadder light than waning moon

they are, unwittingly, prisoners in their latitudes. For, down below, to the south of the equator this is the month of mid-summer, with no snow or chill, except perhaps on mountain peaks.

“It’s the December Date for Winter!

Season of white and snow.”

“But in November too, there was this stuff,

As I’m sure you know.”

“It’s the month of joys when Santa comes

And toys, they are on sale!”

“Now, my friend, we all do know:

That Santa’s but a tale.”

“We’ll have Christmas soon, trees will be  lit

And carols we will sing.

“But to Yusuf, Ben, and Gopal too

Christmas doesn’t mean a thing.”

“Oh, Winter is here, days are cold,

We need coats to go to town.”

“Not if you live in  Peru or Perth

In Jakarta or Cape Town.”

“What do you want me to say, my friend

If all I say is wrong?

There’s no Christmas, there’s no snow,

There is no joy or song?”

“You aren’t wrong, no not at all,

But your truths are but for some.

All truths that touch one’s heart and soul,

Absolute ne’er become.

“So December sure is all you say:

For carols and snow, I bet.

But others have other seasons like this:

This we shouldn’t forget.

“The seeming path of sun in sky

Changes this day, we find.

This truth touches no heart or soul,

It’s of the scientific kind.”

“I care not for truths scientific,

In Christmas, they’ve no place.

Come, sing with me of Christ and Love

Of  Joy and Peace and Grace.”

December 1, 2013