Most novels are dumbed-down, even the good ones. That may be a unexpected statement, but I think it's true. We traditionally say that the characters in a cliched novel are "two dimensional", while a more fully realized cast of characters is "three-dimensional". Real people, however, are neither two-dimensional nor three-dimensional. They are many-dimensional. Every person is pulled in so many different directions by so many different forces that most authors would despair of capturing the essence of humanity in a novel.
Martin Gardner does not, and we are the beneficiaries of it. "The Flight of Peter Fromm" is a remarkable coming-of-age tale, the story of a young man struggling through the tumultuous intellectual climate of the middle twentieth century. Peter Fromm grows up in rural Idaho and as a teenager gives sermons at outdoor revival meetings. Determined to fight for the Lord, he travels to Chicago University and enrolls in the seminary, with a long-term plan of tearing down modernist thinking and restoring the old religion. Not surprisingly, the task proves tougher than he initially thought. Within a few months, Peter himself starts changing.
What makes this book special, besides the stunning character development, is Gardner's tremendous knowledge of nearly everything and his ability to weave this into the story. He displays an encyclopedic knowledge of philosophy and theology from medieval times up to the twentieth century. Beyond that, however, he sneaks in comments on everything from south-side Chicago restaurants to the navy in WWII. Real people from the faculty at the University of Chicago to famous minds like Karl Barth appear as characters in the story, and it will take an alert reader indeed to fully separate fact from fiction.
Most people who know Martin Gardner knows him as the brain behind the "Mathematical Games" column that formerly appeared in Scientific American. Far fewer people know about his short stories and poetry, and fewer still are familiar with "The Flight of Peter Fromm". I'd never heard a word about it until I found it among my grandfather's book collection. Yet those who miss it are missing out on a true gem of twentieth century literature.