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From the Preface: "My name is Flora Jessop. I've been called apostate, vigilante, and crazy bitch, and maybe I am. But some people call me a hero, and I'd like to think they're right too. If I am a hero, maybe it's because every time I can play a part in saving a child or a woman from a life of servitude and degradation, I'm saving a little piece of me, too. I was one of twenty-eight children born to my dad and his three wives. Indoctrinated to believe that the outside world was evil, and that I resided among the righteous, I was destined to marry a man chosen for me by the Prophet. I would then live in harmony with my sister-wives, bear many children, and obey and serve my future husband in this life and throughout eternity. But my innocence didn't last long. While still a child, I understood that the church of the righteous was nothing but a church of lies. When I was eight years old my father sexually molested me for the first time, raping me when I was twelve. I tried to kill myself. Beaten, molested, taunted, and abused by family members alleging they only wanted to save my soul became a daily routine, I ran from this abuse more than once in my early teens--even attempting to cross the desert on foot. My family hunted me down. I thought government agencies would provide me safety if I reported my father. Instead, police and social services colluded with the FLDS to return me to my family and I ended up back inside polygamy, right where I started." Flora goes on from there to tell the dramatic true story of how she ultimately escaped and has been fighting against frustrating obstacles with hard fought successes in rescuing women and children from the FLDS. It's a story you can't put down.… (more)
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Jessop's memoir is one of a number of memoirs released
In the face of all that, though, Jessop's memoir is more than a survivor memoir and a revealing look at some of the worst abuses of fundamentalist religious sects. Jessop's memoir is also an activist memoir, and it tells a much less common story than the familiar cycle of abuse, self-abuse, and ultimate survival: after recovery, Jessop became an activist, and has since worked tirelessly to protect children from the religious-based oppression of the FLDS. The latter half of the book tells this part of her story.
To me, therefore, this story marked a refreshing change from some of the stories coming out of the FLDS and similar religious sects, where people escaped or escaped with their children -- like Brent Jeffs' Lost Boy and Elissa Wall's Stolen Innocence, Flora Jessop's Church of Lies is also a story of fighting back, and the redemptive powers of fighting not just for oneself but for others. Recommended.
Note: Regarding the literary values of Church of Lies: Jessop's memoir is competently written, her story is clearly told, and her voice -- at turns disillusioned, angry, and hopeful -- emerges clearly, which is what I look for from memoirists. I prefer not to comment further on the literary values of memoirs unless they stand out in some way; the point of a memoir, to me, is a window on that person's life or experience, not the elegance of the prose.
(One final note -- as a freethinker one can't help but be struck by the thought that the title is more than a bit redundant.)
I think it's important that her story be told, and telling your story when you've gone through what she has can be extremely healing. However, I felt like I got the gist of it within the first several chapters, and it was just taking too big of a toll on me emotionally. It did get me thinking and start wondering what people like me could do to help other young women in that situation, which has been Ms. Jessop's mission, but I didn't need to read the entire book in order to come to that place.
There are graphic scenes of sexual abuse against herself and other young girls, and especially having a daughter of my own, I found that I could not stomach them and had to skip over them. This book is for reading by pretty tough people, of which I am not one. But even in reading only the first several chapters, she did get her point across, and I have incredibly admiration for her courage and strength.