So Naomi Alderman says Mark Winters would have been a very different character, had he not been a Catholic. I suppose she’s right, and I think the difference would be in what Mark represents, a Catholic youth damaged by Italian mothers, questionable priests and too much money, not in what he is, a vulnerable boy who ends ups up hurting others and can’t bear it.
On an intellectual level, what someone represents is always interesting. But emotionally, what we really want to know is who they are. Or at least I prefer a revolutionary, subversive Jesus struggling in Jose Saramago’s The Gospel According to Jesus Christ, than the one dying on the wall of a public building, all redemption and love through pain.
So what happens here it that I’m drawn to Mark Winters, yet a folklore Catholicism stands in the way. It’s a pity, really.