In The Adoration of Jenna Fox, idolatry—worshipping someone or something that is not God—is framed as a mistake, while worshipping God through religion is portrayed as something that can provide lives with additional meaning. At various points, the novel implies that Jenna Fox’s parents, Claire and Matthew Fox, worship their daughter in a problematically idolatrous way: Claire calls her a “miracle,” Matthew calls her “Angel,” and the novel refers to their love of her as “adoration,” a term that can simply refer to intense love but can also refer to specific kinds of praise-based religious worship in a Christian context. Ironically, for much of the novel, Claire and Matthew’s adoration of Jenna leads them to engage in suspect behaviors: for example, due to their overwhelming need to protect her, they lie to her, plant subliminal messages in her mind to control her behavior, and keep the minds of her dead friends Kara and Locke in a torturous suspended animation so that they can serve as witnesses that Jenna’s reckless driving didn’t cause their deaths in a car accident. In this way, the novel clearly casts Claire and Matthew’s “idolatry” of Jenna in a negative light.
Yet at the same time, the novel casts the Catholicism of Jenna’s grandmother Lily in a largely positive light: Lily’s belief in an afterlife helped her healthily grieve Jenna when it appeared Jenna was going to die in a way that Claire and Matthew were not able to do, while Lily’s re-baptism of post-accident cyborg Jenna at the end of the novel represents her belief and affirmation that Jenna is a real, valuable human being despite her largely prosthetic body. Thus, the novel distinguishes between idolatry and religion, suggesting that the former is destructive while the latter can be productive.
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Idolatry and Religion Quotes in The Adoration of Jenna Fox
I don’t know if I will ever remember Jenna. The Jenna I was, at least. Father seems to think I will. Mother desperately wants me to. But letting go of something old and building something new that is all my own feels good. I want more of this feeling.
“You of all people should understand! If it weren’t for in vitro, I wouldn’t be here. You always called me your miracle. Why can’t I have one, too? Why do you get to decide when the miracles will end?”
It finally stops on my face. It rests there. Caressing. Watching. Watching what? The enthusiasm? The ruddy cheeks? The anticipation? Watching all the breaths, heartbeats, and hopes of Matthew and Claire Fox? For a moment, I can see the weight of it on Jenna’s face. My face.
To heaven? Is that where she thinks she’s going? Is she really sure of going to a place that isn’t even on a map? And how can she be sure she’d like it once she got there? But that’s Lily. One big question mark.
“I’m a doctor, Jenna. And a scientist.”
“Does that make you an authority on everything? What about a soul, Father? When you were so busy implanting all your neutral chips, did you think about that?”
“I won’t even bring up the fact that I am two inches shorter now—acceptable ballerina height—another detail I know wasn’t an oversight.”
“How can you know?” I ask.
“Some things aren’t meant to be known. Only believed.”