There are beautiful moments, as when Fraser’s youngest son is baptised in the River Jordan. And Fraser can be pithy: when he resigned from St Paul’s as the police were about to remove protesters angered by capitalism’s excesses, he remarks that the authorities of St Paul’s chose “temples over tents — which seemed more than a little ironic, given that St Paul was himself a tent-maker by profession”.
The problem is, Chosen feels like three books in one. This makes it seem messy, and leaves the philosophy and theology feeling strangely lightweight. Fraser set out to write his way “back to happiness” and I’m glad this book brought him relief — but it probably serves the author more than it does the reader.