Road to Exile: Memoir of a Mormon Excommunicant

Excommunication, like revenge, is best served cold. Mine was—cold and quick on a clear autumn day.

Excommunication! The word resonates like the bell of a gothic cathedral and seems as anachronistic as a rank of grinning gargoyles, as rebel monks, warrior popes, or heretics burning in a town square. It is a rite one might suppose had been relegated long ago to a footnote beyond the margins of modern life, a practice outdated as the related ritual of exorcism that serves the same end—the expul...