The autobiographical strivings of a young man are most often marked by an ambivalence which render the author unable to decide whether to preach or to record: Howard's grapplings with his origins and experiences offer little relief from that pattern. Born into a Protestant family which exulted in the rigidifies of its Puritan heritage, he matured to the point where he was able--particularly by way of experiences in college, the army, graduate school, and as a teacher--to distinguish matter and form in religious belief, to discover ""...a different way. It is an alien and frightening one. It is called Love."" No one can question the validity of Mr. Howard's personal and personalist approach to God or the classic, nature of his humanization by the process of contact with humanity. One may be allowed to doubt, however, that either that approach or that experience are either sufficiently original or sufficiently universal to warrant the pretentiousness of a self-consciously ""creative"" interpretive autobiograpy.