The White Album (6 page)

it
is A curious and arrogan
tly
secular monument, Grace Episcopal Cathedral in San Francisco, and it imposes its tone on everything around it
.
It stands direc
tly
upon the symbolic nexus of all old California money and power, Nob Hill
.
Its big rose window glows at night and dominates certain views from the Mark Hopkins and the Fairmont, as well as from Randolph and Catherine Hearst’s apartment on California Street
.
In a city dedicated to the illusion that all human endeavor tends mystically west, toward the Pacific, Grace Cathedral faces resolutely east, toward the Pacific Union Club
.
As a child I was advised by my grandmother that Grace was “unfinished,” and always would be, which was its point
.
In the years after World War I my mother had put pennies for Grace in her mite box but Grace would never be finished
.
In the years after World War II I would put pennies for Grace in my mite box but Grace would never be finished
.
In 1964 James Albert Pike, who had come home from St
.
John the Divine in New York and
The Dean Pike Show
on ABC to be Bishop of California, raised three million dollars, installed images of Albert Einstein, Thurgood Marshall and John Glenn in the clerestory windows, and, in the name of God (James Albert Pike had by then streamlined the Trinity, eliminating the Son and the Holy Ghost), pronounced Grace “finished
.
”
This came to my attention as an odd and unsettling development, an extreme missing of the point—at least as I had understood the point in my childhood—and it engraved James Albert Pike on my consciousness more indelibly than any of his previous moves
.

What was one to make of him
.
Five years after he finished Grace, James Albert Pike left the Episcopal Church altogether, detailing his pique in the pages of
Look,
and drove into the Jordanian desert in a white Ford Cortina rented from Avis
.
He went with his former student and bride of nine months, Diane
.
Later she would say that they wanted to experience the wilderness as Jesus had
.
They equipped themselves for this mission with an Avis map and two bottles of Coca-Cola
.
The young Mrs
.
Pike got
out alive
.
Five days after James Albert Pike’s body was retrieved from a canyon near the Dead Sea a Solemn Requiem Mass was offered for him at the cathedral his own hubris had finished in San Francisco
.
Outside on the Grace steps the cameras watched the Black Panthers demonstrating to free Bobby Seale
.
Inside the Grace nave Diane Kennedy Pike and her two predecessors, Jane Alvies Pike and Esther Yanovsky Pike, watched the cameras and one another
.

That was 1969
.
For some years afterward I could make nothing at all of this peculiar and strikingly “now” story, so vast and atavistic was my irritation with the kind of man my grandmother would have called “just a damn old fool,” the kind of man who would go into the desert with the sappy Diane and two bottles of Coca-Cola, but I see now that Diane and the Coca-Cola are precisely the details which lift the narrative into apologue
.
James Albert Pike has been on my mind quite a bit these past few weeks, ever since I read a biography of him by William Stringfellow and Anthony Towne,
The Death and Life of Bishop Pike,
an adoring but instructive volume from which there emerges the shadow of a great literary character, a literary character in the sense that Howard Hughes and
Whittaker Chambers were literary characters, a character so ambiguous and driven and revealing of his time and place that his gravestone in the Protestant Cemetery in Jaffa might well have read only
james pike, American
.

Consider his beginnings
.
He was the only child of an ambitious mother and an ailing father who moved from Kentucky a few years before his birth in 1913 to homestead forty acres of mesquite in Oklahoma
.
There had been for a while a retreat to a one-room shack in Alamogordo, New Mexico, there had been always the will of the mother to improve the family’s prospects
.
She taught school
.
She played piano with a dance band, she played piano in a silent-movie theater
.
She raised her baby James a Catholic and she entered him in the Better Babies Contest at the Oklahoma State Fair and he took first prize, two years running
.
“I thought you would like that,” she told his biographers almost sixty years later
.
“He started out a winner
.
”

He also started out dressing paper dolls in priests’ vestments
.
The mother appears to have been a woman of extreme determination
.
Her husband died when James was two
.
Six years later the widow moved to Los Angeles, where she
devoted herself to
maintaining a world in which nothing “would change James’ life or thwart him in any way” a mode of upbringing which would show in the son’s face and manner all his life
.
“Needless to say this has all been a bit tedious for me to relive,” he complained when the question of his first divorce and remarriage seemed to stand between him and election as Bishop of California; his biography is a panoply of surprised petulance in the face of other people’s attempts to “thwart” him by bringing up an old marriage or divorce or some other “long-dead aspect of the past
.
”

In Los Angeles there was Hollywood High, there was Mass every morning at Blessed Sacrament on Sunset Boulevard
.
After Hollywood High there was college with the Jesuits, at Santa Clara, at least until James repudiated the Catholic Church and convinced his mother that she should do the same
.
He was eighteen at the time, but it was characteristic of both mother and son to have taken this adolescent “repudiation” quite gravely: they give the sense of having had no anchor but each other, and to have reinvented their moorings every day
.
After Santa Clara, for the freshly invented agnostic, there was U
.
C
.
L
.
A
.
, then U
.
S
.
C
.
, and finally the leap east
.
Back East
.
Yale Law
.
A job in Washington with the Securities and Exchange Commission
.
“You have to understand that he was very lonely in Washington,” his mother said after his death
.
“He really wanted to come home
.
I wish he had
.
”
And yet it must have seemed to such a western child that he had at last met the “real” world, the “great” world, the world to beat
.
The world in which, as the young man who started out a winner soon discovered and wrote to his mother, “practically every churchgoer you meet in our level of society is Episcopa
li
an, and an R
.
C
.
or straight Protestant is as rare as hen’s teeth
.
”

One thinks of Gatsby, coming up against the East
.
One also thinks of Tom Buchanan, and his vast carelessness
.
(Some 25 years later, in Santa Barbara, when the Bishop of California’s mistress swallowed 55 sleeping pills, he appears to have moved her from his apartment into her own before calling an ambulance, and to have obscured certain evidence before she died
.
) One even thinks of Dick Diver, who also started out a winner, and who tried to embrace the essence of the American continent in Nicole as James Albert Pike would now try to embrace it in the Episcopal Church
.
“Practically every churchgoer you meet in our level of society is Episcopalian
.
”

It is an American Adventure of Barry Lyndon, this Westerner going East to seize his future, equipped with a mother’s love and with what passed in the makeshift moorage from which he came as a passion for knowledge
.
As evidence of this passion his third wife, Diane, would repeat this curious story: he “had read both the dictionary and the phone book from cover to cover by the time he was five, and a whole set of the Encyclopaedia Britannica before he was ten
.
”
Diane also reports his enthusiasm for the Museum of Man in Paris, which seemed to him to offer, in the hour he spent there, “a complete education,” the “entire history of the human race
...
in summary form
.
”

In summary form
.
One gets a sense of the kind of mindless fervor that a wife less rapt than Diane might find unhinging
.
In the late thirties, as Communion was about to be served at the first Christmas Mass of James Albert Pike’s new career as an Episcopalian, his first wife, Jane, another transplanted Californian, is reported to have jumped up and run screaming from the church
.
There would have been nothing in the phone book to cover that, or in the Britannica either
.
Later he invented an ecclesiastical annulment to cover his divorce from Jane, although no such annulment was actually granted
.
“In his mind,” his biographers explain, “the marriage was not merely a mistake, but a nullity in the inception
.
”
In his mind
.
He needed to believe in the annulment because he wanted to be Bishop of California
.
“At heart he was a Californian,” a friend said
.
“He had grown up with the idea that San Francisco was it
...
he was obsessed with the idea of being Bishop of California
.
Nothing in heaven or hell could have stopped him
.
”
In his mind
.
“Tom and Gatsby, Daisy and Jordan and I, were all Westerners,” as Nick Carraway said, “and perhaps we possessed some deficiency in common which made us sub
tly
unadaptable to Eastern life
.
”