obvious. One need read no furthernthan this pubhshed, but as yet unranked,nmemoir.nEnvy is another matter. Greeleynclaims to be able to live quite comfortablynwith the realization that he is nonGraham Greene. He attributes hisnworldly success to talent, hard work—nand celibacy. And he distrusts thenBerrigans and other troubadours of then1960’s. Does he again protest toonmuch? Would a reincarnated AndrewnGreeley prefer the mantie of substantialnnovelist, the comfort of a lovingnpartner, and the euphoria provided bynthe star-struck young?nSprinkled liberally throughout thesenpages are healthy doses of skepticismndirected at the illiberalism of then1960’s. The promise of the early 60’snended with the worship of leftistn”gurus” within and without thenGhurch and the elevation of LiberationnTheology into the dogma of “authoritariannliberalism.” Too manyn”peace and justice activists” were politicalnideologues masquerading as mennand women of the cloth. On this pointnGreeley must be given his due. Hisnjudgment is on the mark—whether ornnot envy of the Berrigans helped formnit.nBut, to Greeley, not all of the excessesnof the 60’s were equally excessive.nSilliness in the streets of Americanncities he could not abide. Fun andngames within his Church he could notnand cannot get enough of. In FathernGreeley’s Catholic Church, popesnwould be openly elected by clergy andnlaity, women would be ordained, nonone would be “hung up” on moralitynand authority, papal encyclicals onnsexual reproduction would be stillborn,nand pastors would never interferenin the communal—or private—nlives of their parishioners—or assistants.nCelibacy, however, would remain.nGood ol’ Creels, it must be told,ncannot bring himself to go all the way.nOptional celibacy, he argues, wouldnmean compulsory marriage. He’snprobably right. But he also contendsnthat “human passion is a sacrament.”nAnd in his next ever-so-hot breath henpleads that priests “should not be separatednfrom the human condition.” ThynBrothers Wife (a “comedy of grace”) isnan extended portrait of a priest who isnvery much a part of the human condi­ntion. Need more be said?nGreeley promises his “most erotic”nnovel for 1987. This time all of theneroticism will be between a husbandnand his wife, all the better to demonstratenGreeley’s “correlating” ofnhuman love with divine love: “Cod isnlike Eileen and Eileen is like God.”nGood ol’ God apparentiy has His waysnof “breaking into ordinary life.”nCreels, however, prefers to find Codnin other ways. Water-skiing and wordnprocessing might not be quite as muchnfun, but for now they’ll apparentiynhave to do.nThe future, however, is anothernmatter. Catholicism, Greeley believes,nis the religion of fresh starts. So isnAmerica. And Father Andrew Greeleynis a very American sort of Catholic,nfilled as he is with the twin desires forntotal freedom and unconditional acceptance.nHe has also assumed thatnclassically American pose of forevernkeeping his options open. Balancingnon those skis must be necessary prac­ntice for keeping himself poised betweennArizona and Chicago, betweennacademia and the best-seller lists, andnbetween the Church’s holy laity andnits unholy hierarchy. As if all thosenjuggling acts are not enough, he mustnalso find an intellectual home betweennthose on the left who advance a “moralitynof secular relevance” and thosenon the right who assert a “morality ofnsexual irrelevance.”nNo wonder there’s no time left forndiving—or falling—into the icy watersnof the human condition. Amazingly,nhe does find time to read. Lestnmy evaluation of Greeley be dismissednas unrelentingly negative, let it benrecorded that no fan of G.K. Chestertonncan be without personally redeemingnvalue. Has Greeley learned anythingnfrom rummaging through GKC?nAt the very least, this autobiographynhas revealed a tenacious Greeley graspnof the last half of an oft-quoted Chestertonnepigram: “If something is worthndoing, it’s worth doing badly.”nSCORPIONS IN A BOTTLEnJearie KfrkpafilfcTrnIrving KristolnSidney Hool<nWilliam BennettnJoseph SobrannMeivin Lasl