

Vinson Cunninghamâs novel tells of more than a mortal God
Great Expectations by Vinson Cunningham. Hogarth, 2024. 272 pp., $28.00
The first time David Hammond hears the unnamed Senator from Illinois speak, he recognizes a âblack pulpit touchâ that leaves him âalmost flatteredâ by the feeling of âbeing pandered to so directly by someone who so nakedly wanted something in return.â In retrospect David sees that even then, long before he started to work on the Senatorâs campaign, the politician of hope had courted the faith of true believersâhad conceived of his supporters as âcongregants, as members of a mystical body, their bonds invisible but real.â
Though New Yorker critic Vinson Cunninghamâs debut novel Great Expectations is set in a land that separates church and state, the narrator is all ears for political inflections that are inescapably religious until the end. At a Los Angeles fundraiser, David the campaign-aid is startled to find a Pentecostal pastor whoâthough he previously dismissed politics as âdistraction from the work of holinessââhas paid no small fee to see the Senator in person. âSomething is shifting, son,â the pastor explains, seeing âa move of God in the campaign that [canât] be explained in purely political terms.â
But the Candidateâs treatment of David as a dispensable functionary leaves him incapable of believing the pastorâs assurance that, as president, this mere mortal man will âusher in some new, unimaginable dispensation.â Instead, as the Candidate claims his victory in the final pages and Davidâs colleagues explode with exuberance, he sees the Senatorâsuddenly Presidentâas a âmoving statue, made to stand in a great square and eke out noise,â a cipher âI couldnât admire.â David cannot clap with the crowd but only pulls out his phone, and we leave him as he âstretched [his] arm unprayerfully toward the stage and took a picture.â
While some readers and reviewers have exulted nostalgically in the novelâs purported re-creation of the hope-and-change days of the Obama era (Cunningham worked as a staffer on the former presidentâs campaign), to do so is to misread the book, which is so clearly a sentimental education that leads David from self-deceit to lost illusions.
But before this conclusion, like the White Whale of Melvilleâs Moby-Dick, the Candidate becomes a blank screen for competing and contradictory projections, a malleable symbol endowed with numinous powers to conjure eschatological change. It is no accident that the novelâs paperback cover bears a resemblance to the frontispiece of Hobbesâ Leviathan. Does the single sovereign âstand forâ the interests of many, or does the democratically elected ruler subsume the diverse demands of the demos until they disappear in his own libidinal will to power?
Caught up in the corruptions that complicate the campaign of hope, Great Expectations is comprised of Davidâs ruminations. During childhood, he âused to read the Bible on anxious nights,â searching for a fullness on the other side of this present darkness, through which âwe know in part, and we prophesy in part.â By the time he joins the Candidateâs campaign, David has passed through several âstages of belief and unbelief,â though when a fellow staffer presses him with âYouâre like, into church, huh?â he confesses âIn a certain way, yeah.â
The substance of Davidâs spiritual questing is tested when he sleeps with Regina, another staffer who wakes him up the morning after to declare, somewhat sheepishly, âIâm getting baptized.â On either side of orthodox Christianity, contemporary trends in spirituality and religion tend in two directions. On the one hand, we witness a demand for the divine divorced from doctrine. As Joseph Ratzinger argues, whereas orthodoxy can marry the mystical and the dogmatic, in the increasingly attractive âcompletely antirationalist pattern of religionâ the absolute takes the form, in âmodern âmysticism,ââ of ânot something to be believed in, but something to be experienced.â David is drawn at times to this mode, though he is drawn to a deeper, more metaphysical spiritual vision bestowed by one of his Catholic school teachers, who through the poetry of Jesuit priest Gerard Manley Hopkins left an unshakeable impression that âThe world is charged with the grandeur of God / It will flame out, like shining from shook foilââan embodiment of what the teacher called âa sacramental view of life,â by which ânot only the wine and the host but trees and sunrises, sea and sand could act as a kind of portal into the action of the Trinity.â
On the other hand, searchers like Regina settle for a demystified gospel fit for secularized activists. âPastor Bill,â the man who brought her to baptism, âtalks about a God I can sort of understand . . . he talks about action: politics, looking out for the poor.â Commitment to the poor is at the core of Christianity, but the motivation and spirit of that care comes from Jesusâ insistence that âwhatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.â Reginaâs pastor promises that âIâve âgiven my lifeâ for something âbigger than myselfâ . . . and that this makes me like a miniature Christ.â She need not assent to âthe idea of some invisible Person watching over me.â The pastor gives her a dispensation from faith in the real (rather than symbolic) resurrection, reducing religion to a self-actualizing cause stripped of ascetic sacrifice and spiritual conversion: âHe says Godâs the stuff I already care about, the people I already love. Which, to me, makes sense.â
Although David keeps sleeping with her, this flattened God does not make sense to David, who cannot shed the yearning to marry the seen and the unseen, body and soul. Since he was a young man, David found solace in the Song of Songs, precisely because âthe book isnât just some blank description of Eros.â In his reading, the biblical book grants that sex is âanimal instinct, something to enjoy and exult in and herald with song in its own right and for its own purposes,â but it is alsoâand this, for him, is perhaps more pressingââa metaphor forever intensifying love between the human and the divine, the created and the Creator.â The catch? When David joined his âpinings after girls and spiritual depthâ and started sleeping around, he found the connection between body and spirit âfraying.â Because he cannot extricate eros from the Song of Songs, David demands that the marital act with any woman deliver profound âdiscovery.â
Predictably, when he confides his wrestlings to Regina, she insists heâs got it all wrongâthat spontaneity and technique, innocence and experience, can meld in way that âallows you to guide and be guided at the same timeââan innovative and individualistic approach that sheds scriptural precedent, because âit wouldnât be so good if you could do it under the influence of some, like, literature.â Also predictably, the novel renders campaign fraudulence as a black-and-white evil, whereas sexual transgressions are treated with a far more indulgent touchâan ethical hierarchy that fits cozily into our permissive age.
Yet by the end of the novel, Davidâs experimental exegesis of Song of Songs is replaced by the Deus absconditus of Isaiah (45:15). When the rest of the staffers gather, giddy, at the aforementioned victory party, David first takes a detour to an old Catholic church of his childhood, St. Benedictâs. There he realizes, âI couldnât remember a single thing about the black saint after whom this church was named.â He seems to be referring to St. Benedict the Moor. Tangling Benedict and a trader named Jean Baptiste Point du Sable, the latter becomes âthe holy figure through which I directed my prayerâa sudden prayer had started; this, I realized, was why Iâd left the hotelâto God.â He leaves the church with lost illusions and a longing for the âveiled Godâ of his youth, whom he couldnât quite understand, unlike Regina who has chosen to follow a God she understands well.
As Cunningham observes in an interview, the novel as a form is defined by contingency and hesitation that can be traced directly back to the essays of Montaigne, for whomâsays Pierre Manent in Montaigne: Life Without Lawââthe human mind spontaneously, naturally, necessarily wants to engrave where there are only fleeting lines, uncertain forms, and unforeseeable metamorphoses.â In the face of competing questions and claims, the mood of the novel, as a form, is a constant maybe. But there are degrees of doubt and uncertainty, and sometimes maybe is a rationalization of moral indecision, a kind of cowardice justified by professional skepticism.
What if that experience of mystical unknowing does move Davidâs hand when, in the last line, he lifts up his arm âunprayerfully?â Coming on the heels of his visit to St. Benedictâs, we see David leave those same arms open to a God who is more than the sovereign political ruler as defined by Hobbes and more than the mortal god who is, through Davidâs last gesture, dead.
Joshua Hren is founder and editor of Wiseblood Books and co-founder of the MFA program at the University of St. Thomas. He is the author of ten books, including the theological-aesthetical manifesto Contemplative Realism and the novel Blue Walls Falling Down.