The words in Is Life Fair? are leftovers of my quarrel with myself. They are the quiet confessions of one who has seen the thinness of "conventional wisdom orthodoxy" and a kind of religious optimism that can border on superstition. I have this long, unresolved quarrel inside of myself. It will no longer let me say some of the expected words I am supposed to say. In the face of the question with which I quarrel, "Why doesn't God do more?" I...