Tuesday, June 30, 2009

RBL, 30 June 2009

Here’s the latest from RBL. There is plenty to enjoy here. Especially noteworthy are reviews from Stephen J. Patterson and Daniel Kirk. Regular readers will note that Dan Kirk was the first recipient of the RAQASOTWA, which is of course coveted the world over.

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Richard Bauckham
Jesus and the Eyewitnesses: The Gospels as Eyewitness Testimony
http://www.bookreviews.org/bookdetail.asp?TitleId=5650
Reviewed by Stephen J. Patterson

Michaela Bauks and Christophe Nihan, eds.
Manuel d’exégèse de l’Ancien Testament
http://www.bookreviews.org/bookdetail.asp?TitleId=7037
Reviewed by Uwe Becker

Per Jarle Bekken
The Word Is Near You: A Study of Deuteronomy 30:12-14 in Paul’s Letter to the Romans in a Jewish Context
http://www.bookreviews.org/bookdetail.asp?TitleId=6835
Reviewed by J. R. Daniel Kirk

Eric Cline
From Eden to Exile: Unraveling Mysteries of the Bible
http://www.bookreviews.org/bookdetail.asp?TitleId=6770
Reviewed by Chad Spigel

Yehudah B. Cohn
Tangled Up in Text: Tefillin and the Ancient World
http://www.bookreviews.org/bookdetail.asp?TitleId=6972
Reviewed by Joshua Schwartz

John Dominic Crossan and Jonathan L. Reed
In Search of Paul: How Jesus’ Apostle Opposed Rome’s Empire with God’s Kingdom
http://www.bookreviews.org/bookdetail.asp?TitleId=7180
Reviewed by Elliott Maloney

Walter Dietrich; Joachim Vette, trans.
The Early Monarchy in Israel: The Tenth Century B.C.E.
http://www.bookreviews.org/bookdetail.asp?TitleId=6144
Reviewed by Jeremy Hutton

Lee M. Fields
Hebrew for the Rest of Us: Using Hebrew Tools without Mastering Biblical Hebrew
http://www.bookreviews.org/bookdetail.asp?TitleId=7008
Reviewed by Francis Dalrymple-Hamilton

Mary Healy
The Gospel of Mark
http://www.bookreviews.org/bookdetail.asp?TitleId=6898
Reviewed by Francis J. Moloney

Jennifer L. Koosed
(Per)Mutations of Qohelet: Reading the Body in the Book
http://www.bookreviews.org/bookdetail.asp?TitleId=5250
Reviewed by Harold C. Washington

Judith M. Lieu
I, II, and III John: A Commentary
http://www.bookreviews.org/bookdetail.asp?TitleId=6802
Reviewed by John Painter

Gonzalo Rubio, Steven Garfinkle, Gary Beckman, and Daniel Snell; Mark Chavalas, ed.
Current Issues and the Study of the Ancient Near East
http://www.bookreviews.org/bookdetail.asp?TitleId=6776
Reviewed by Aren Maeir

J. Verheyden, G. Van Belle, and J. G. van der Watt, eds.
Miracles and Imagery in Luke and John: Festschrift Ulrich Busse
http://www.bookreviews.org/bookdetail.asp?TitleId=6709
Reviewed by Peter J. Judge

Monday, June 29, 2009

Richard Harland Rocks!

We had Richard Harland visit us last week to promote his new book Worldshaker. What a fab book! Really exciting and enjoyable. I finished it last week and it’s a cracker of a novel. You can check out my review at bookgeek. Richard was wonderful to chat with and he got quite a few of the students revved up for writing.

It was wonderful to see our workshop going well, with a lot of students focused and sharing ideas for a creative project. If you are one of the lucky schools who has a visit with Richard booked for the future, enjoy!

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Muriel Spark's The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie

When reading another book recently, I saw a reference to Muriel Spark’s The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie. My interest piqued, I looked up some information on it and found that this read was less than 200 pages. That and the teacher narrative caught my attention.

Miss Jean Brodie teaches at a girls’ private school, Marcia Blaine,  in 1930s Edinburgh, Scotland. She works at the Junior School where she handpicks six girls to be what will become known as “The Brodie Set” or “The Brodie Girls.” They are Monica, Rose, Eunice, Sandy, Jenny, and Mary. With these girls in particular, Miss Brodie discusses her travels and politics as well as her amorous relationships with Mr. Lloyd, the school’s Art Master, and Mr. Lowther, the Singing Master of Marcia Blaine. She fawns over Il Duce and constantly reminds her students that she is in “her prime” and they shall benefit.  Most of her coworkers and the headmistress, Miss Mackay, detest her.  Using the prolepsis (flashfoward) technique, Spark definitely shows the reader that Miss Brodie leaves her mark on her students. Yet has she scarred them for life?

After finishing the book, I watched the movie with Dame Maggie Smith. While I found the performances amazing, I felt the film didn’t pack the wallup which I found in the book. The prolepsis was not in the film (this was pre-Lost days) and this left me disappointed. The flash forwards offered much into the psyche of Miss Brodie and her students. Seeing how these six girls landed as women was huge in the book.

In addition, the book was scarier. Themes from The Wave must have come from The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie.  Much of the Brodie technique falls under mind control and manipulation. The dangers of letting others do all of the thinking are huge here.

I also think Spark borrowed a little from Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises. For fear of spoiling the story, even one chock full of flash forwards, I will leave that for readers to decide.

All in all, on level of prolepsis and precautionary tale, I give this 3 out of 5 pearls.

See also:

Original Time review

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Sweethearts by Sara Zarr

Title: Sweethearts
Author: Sara Zarr
Category: Young adult

Worth It? Yup.

The Nitty Gritty: Jennifer Harris has transformed herself into Jenna Vaughn—a popular, well-adjusted, attractive teenager. She is happy with her life until her childhood best friend Cameron returns, dredging up Jenna’s insecurities and bad memories. Memories of Jenna being ostracized, overweight and friendless, save for Cameron. And now that he’s back, he’s throwing her world off-kilter with her boyfriend, friends and family and forcing her to confront their shared and painful past. Jenna must figure out how to integrate Cameron into her new life without sacrificing her old one. She must also figure out if she’s really transformed herself or is she still Jennifer Harris, the girl no one likes or understands.

The Good: Compelling, well-woven story about the true meaning of friendship and love. Likeable protagonist. Good look at the long-lasting impact of childhood, one’s family life and circumstance. Positive female characters. A true-to-life ending.

The Bad: Jenna’s inner dialogue sometimes seemed beyond her 17 years.

The Ugly: Nothing ugly here.

Other Zarr Reads: Story of a Girl and Once was Lost

Friday, June 26, 2009

Getting the Girl by Markus Zusak

Title: Getting the Girl
Author: Markus Zusak
Category: Young adult

 Worth It? Eh, don’t put it at the top of your reading list.

The Nitty Gritty: Cameron Wolfe has always lived in the shadow of his brothers, especially Ruben, the one closest to him in age. Ruben is everything Cameron wants to be: handsome, confident, cocky, a girl magnet and awesome fighter. He’s also a womanizer, getting rid of girls as fast as he gets them. This bothers sensitive Cameron who’s desire to be with a girl is full of desperation, bordering on obsession. He gets his wish when he begins dating Olivia, Ruben’s recent ex. Although Olivia is the best thing that’s ever happened to Cameron, their relationship threatens to drive a wedge between the brothers. Being with Olivia has also brought revealed Cameron’s talents and helped to him figure out his place in the world. Will choose his brother, who has seemingly held him back, or the love of his life? And will either one be enough to save himself?

The Good: Original and witty writing. Authentic characters with strong and distinct voices. Funny and poignant passages that ring true. A heart-tugging look at the impact of loneliness and low self-esteem. The desire of love shown through a young man’s point of view.

The Bad: The book’s pacing was slow, with too much time spent on things that failed to move the story along. Seeing more of Olivia and Cameron’s relationship would have helped readers care more about his feelings for her.

The Ugly: Because the book didn’t really get going until about half way through, it would have been easier for readers to put it down after a few chapters.

Other Zusak Reads: The Book Thief, I am the Messenger and the beginning of Cameron’s story Fighting Ruben Wolfe

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Book Review: Two Little Girls In Blue by Mary Higgins Clark

Two Little Girls In Blue

By Mary Higgins Clark

Suspense

Simon and Schuster, Hardcover, 2006

Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/Two-Little-Girls-Blue-Novel/dp/0743264908

 

The house on Old Woods Road is a fixer upper, but it’s all Margaret and Steve Frawley could afford. With Steve’s great new job and his career on the upswing, the couple hope to slowly turn the run down old place into a nice home for themselves and their three-year-old twins. What they never imagined was returning home from a dinner party one night to find their babysitter sent to the hospital and police surrounding their home. A parent’s biggest nightmare come true. Twins, Kelly and Kathy have been kidnapped and the kidnappers are demanding eight million in ransom.

When Steve’s company agrees to pay the ransom, only Kelly comes home. Her twin, Kathy, reportedly died and her body dumped at sea. Kelly refutes this, but no one takes her seriously, except Margaret. Believing her daughters to be communicating telepathically, she’ll risk anything to prove Kathy is still alive. When Kelly implies Kathy is seriously ill, Margaret becomes more determined than ever to find her.

TWO LITTLE GIRLS IN BLUE is an edge of your seat page-turner. The well thought out plot moves the story along at break neck speed. The suspense is terrifyingly genuine and being a mother, I felt every ounce of Margaret’s pain at discovering her daughters gone. I suffered with her when she was told of Kathy’s death and cheered her on when she went about trying to prove her daughter was still alive. The characters are alive, the writing superb, and I found the villains indisputably realistic to a chilling degree.

I found the hardcover of this book in a library sale along with a few other hard covers in the same genre and, loving suspense, paid my small fee and brought them home. Having a little free time, I decided to delve into my very first Mary Higgins Clark novel. And although my first, it certainly won’t be my last. Even with limited time, I finished the book in one day only putting it down for necessary chores. If you like suspense and haven’t had a chance to read this one by Mary Higgins Clark, I highly recommend you pick up a copy.

–Willow

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

"I had a farm in Africa..."

“….at the foot of the Ngong hills.” is the opening of the classic memoir by Isak Dinesen (Karen Blixen), Out of Africa. This is echoed in the first sentence of Alexander McCall Smith’s extremely popular novel The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency. “Mma Ramotswe had a detective agency in Africa, at the foot of the Kgale Hill.” By the way, Mma is not a typing mistake on my part, but the polite way to address a woman in Setswana, the national language of Botswana. A man would be addressed Rra. Precious Ramotswe uses the money bequeathed to her by her beloved father to set up in business as a private detective. She hereself is unsure of how successful she will be, although she has no doubts about her ability: she knows she needs to find wealthy clients. Her material assets may only be her tiny white van, two desks, two chairs, a telephone, an old typewriter, a teapot and three cups (for herself, her secretary and the client), but she has those invisible assets so necessary to a detective: perseverance, intuition, curiosity and a strong sense of right and wrong. She also inspires trust in those whom she meets, perhaps because they sense her warmth and idealism and love of her fellow men:”They are my people, my brothers and sisters. It is my duty to help them solve the mysteries of their lives. It is what I am called to do.”

These mysteries are not the usual stuff of detective novels: even the one case that appears as if it may involve a murder turns out to be less violent than feared. Otherwise she deals with a freeloading fraudster pretending to be a father: Mma Ramotswe’s scheme to expose him is one of the best examples in the book of her ingenuity. She follows a young Indian girl to see if she has a boyfriend: this case shows her humanity and sympathy. And she foils a man’s attempt to defraud the insurance company with a false injury claim, this time showing perseverance and thoroughness in her work. There is one case of a wildly inconsistent doctor  which I guessed the solution to straight away, but apart from that the cases are satisfyingly puzzling without being too unlikely. And Precious herslef is utterly charming and likeable. If you’re looking for a pleasant easy read for the beach or the sunny spot in the garden, you could do a lot worse. And there are another nine in the series! It seemed to me to be perfect film material, and indeed I’m not the only one to think so: the BBC have’done‘ her too.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Some Girls Bite by Chloe Neill

Some Girls Bite by Chloe Neill
Publisher: Penguin
4 Stars

There’s a fresh new voice in paranormal and that voice belongs to author Chloe Neill. She’s penned the first of her Chicagoland Vampire Novels entitled Some Girls Bite.

I’d been in a reading ‘slump’ so I was very happy to pick up a book that made me want to turn the pages. The author has created an interesting vampire mythology and a heroine who has spunk and daring, she’s kick ass without the hard edges.

Set in contemporary Chicago, vampires who have been around for a very long time have finally ‘come out’ presenting a face of wealth, sophistication, power and civility making a very vocal statement that they are here and plan to live side by side with humans. Most of the human population is both fascinated and drawn to them. Everyone except Merit, a graduate student who has no time for anything but getting her degree, until one night she is savagely attacked by a ‘rogue’ vampire. On the brink of meeting her maker she is saved by Ethan, a master vampire whose only way to save her is to make her one of them. Merit wakes from her attack to discover she is now an immortal night creature and she’s pissed. She didn’t ask to be one of them and she’s not sure how she feels about it. Dealing with the obvious changes of drinking blood, sleeping during the day, and fangs she must also confront how she’ll become part of their world. Merit must follow the vampire ways which means submitting to the Master of her house Ethan, or live the life of a rouge and that of an outcast to both the vampires and the humans. I really thought the author was going to have Merit submit, in which case I would have thrown the book across the room. It really would have ticked me off. However, the author masterfully creates a plot point I didn’t see coming allowing each of the main characters to retain their integrity and develop their individual desires to be themselves as well as being part of the group.

This book is much more than a paranormal story of good versus evil. It deals with issues such as power of choice, submission, and prejudices and questions what really defines family. In addition, there is also a mystery, and that plot point nicely introduces all the characters and advances the mythology.

The author writes wonderful dialogue with great wit and a reality that defines each character. The story moves along at a lively pace and she’s created secondary characters you want to know more about. I will warn you, this book does not have your traditional HEA, and I’m not sure that the author intends for the next in the series to have a HEA. HOWEVER, it is well worth the read, I recommend it.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Book Review - God’s Universe by Owen Gingerich

This review was contributed by Don Waldroup, Jonathan’s father (see previous post for more info).

Of the numerous books about the origin of the universe and faith that I have read, God’s Universe is one of my favorites. It is the written version of the William Belden Noble Lecture Series that Gingerich delivered at Harvard in 2005. Professor Gingerich is a professor of astronomy and the history of science at Harvard. He is also a devout Mennonite for whom faith and science are not at odds. The Mennonites are similar to the Amish, in the Anabaptist tradition (i.e., supporting adult rather than infant baptism), pacifist, and strongly focused on the Scriptures though not rejecting all of modernity as the Amish do. The book is a relatively small volume of 121 pages, which I read comfortably during a plane ride to Wisconsin.

As you might expect from a lecture series, it has a conversational style and is addressed to a lay audience, which makes it very accessible and pleasant to read. It is also written with a friendly and warm but direct tone that is in stark contrast to some of the recent ‘militant’ atheist tomes. This book/lecture series builds upon earlier lectures he delivered at the University of Pennsylvania and which he describes as ‘pro-Christian/anti-Creationism.’ He argues that the universe was created with intention and purpose, and that believing in that does not interfere with the enterprise of science.

The first chapter examines what has been called the Copernican Principle, the idea that we are just one of many similar planets in one of many solar systems with nothing really special to distinguish this one. This implies that in such a vast universe, containing 1011 stars in the Milky Way alone, there must be other intelligent life out there, so we are nothing special, nor is the earth. This idea spawned the SETI efforts (Search for Extra Terrestrial Intelligence), created a controversy when the Smithsonian showed a movie entitled The Privileged Planet a few years ago, and helps undergird (along with evolutionary philosophy) the idea that human life is no more special than any other life form.

Steven J. Gould, Ernst Mayr, Irven DeVore and other evolutionist atheists insist that if the ‘evolutionary tape’ could be rewound and played again, the result would be entirely different as a result of randomness. However, Prof. Gingerich points out that in this way ‘science’ wants to have it both ways: on the one hand to insist that with such a vast universe there must be intelligent life out there somewhere (and go searching for it via the SETI project), while on the other hand insisting that human life is no more than a glorious accident that would not happen again even if given the chance. He then references some of the so-called anthropic coincidences (the solubilities, diffusion constant, bonding strengths, nature of carbon/oxygen/water, etc) that allow life. While he allows that contingency and natural selection do play a role in accounting for producing organisms well adapted to their surroundings, nothing in evolution can address the extraordinary array of physical and chemical conditions that allow life in the first place. Physics is a more important issue than biology in that regard. His personal conclusion is that the universe was predestined to produce both life and the mind.

The second lecture surveys the origin of the universe and some of the key anthropic coincidences he had mentioned earlier, such as how the expansion force of the Big Bang and the force of gravity must be balanced to within 1 part in 1059 or else the universe would have self-destructed without life, the remarkable properties of water and carbon, how oxygen is formed, and why oxygen and carbon require an old universe. He concludes that he believes in intelligent design (small ‘i’ and small ‘d’) but not Intelligent Design.  He points out that a key issue is not whether mutations happen, but which mutations are designed versus contingent. He asks, ‘are mutations only a result of blind chance or is God’s miraculous hand continually at work, disguised in the ambiguity of  the uncertainty principle?’ This is at the end a debate about the role and nature of miracles, as others have also pointed out. His position is that science cannot determine such things, nor will science collapse or be threatened if its practitioners believe that key mutations were ‘inspired.’ Science would be unable to recognize a mutation that was hand-picked by God, so to say, from any other mutation.

He correctly points out that the militant atheism of such as Dawkins ‘single-handedly makes more converts to Intelligent Design than any of the leading Intelligent Design theorists’. I think he is spot-on here: many Christians react to the arrogance, vitriol, and atheism of evolutionists much more than to the science. He goes on to point out that ‘it is just as wrong to present evolution in high school classrooms as a final cause as it is to fob off Intelligent Design as a substitute for an efficacious efficient cause.’  He accepts a God of purpose and design and a science that limits itself to understanding efficient causes, rejecting the materialist metaphysics that many evolutionists seek to sell as part-and-parcel of their science.

The final lecture deals with ‘questions without answers’, pointing out the limits of science. He notes altruism, freedom and choice must also be considered, as well as things like beauty and consistency, which also play into what is accepted in science.  He concludes again that whether the mutations driving evolution are random or hopelessly improbable based on randomness alone is a question beyond the reach of science. He ends in the epilogue with his conclusion to believe in a ‘dappled world’ (quoting Gerard Manley Hopkins) in which randomness and chance join with choice and inexorable law. It is ‘both and’ not ‘either or’. This reminds me of how predestination and sovereignty co-exist with free will and choice in the Bible.

While these brief lectures do not go into scientific depth in any of these areas, the book does a good job of surveying many of the key issues, highlighting the limits of science, and pointing out where metaphysics (philosophy) gets in the way of science. Those wanting to quibble about details in a particular example will be disappointed, but those looking for an overview that is not over-heated by opinion will find it useful. It reminded me of why, in matters of origins, physics precedes and controls biology, how the debate of the content of classrooms needs to be re-framed, and how the limits of science need more emphasis among Christians seeking the truth in both science and philosophy.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Twilight by Stephenie Meyer

Title: Twilight (Twilight Saga #01)

Author: Stephenie Meyer

Genre: Vampire Novel

Release Year: 2005

Website: http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/

Introduction: “About three things i was absolutely positive: First, Edward was a vampire, second, there was a part of him and i didn’t know how dominant that part might be, that thirsted for my blood and third , i was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.”

Twilight, is set in our modern day, Isabella Swan, the main character in Twilight lived with her mum but since her mums new boyfriends job means she has to move around a lot isabella (bella) decides to spend some time with her dad in forks. There she meats Edward cullen a vampire as she soon finds out with her mate jacob black telling her of his tribes ancient legends.. Bella soon finds her self in danger for edward thirst for bellas blood is stronger than any thirst he has ever felt and he soon finds him self falling in love with her. As bella starts to realize her feelings for Edward, she starts to spend more time with him putting her self in more danger then ever before.   My Opinion: I have to say, when I heard of the Twilight-Hype. I thought no way am I ever gonna read that book. Well I did, and I’m glad. Because the book is amazing. I like it better then the movie. And I really can understand why people totally love this book. Since I’ve read Midnight Sun, I understand Edward better, but when I read Twilight, I thought Edward was a bit overprotective. But actually he’s really a cool guy. Well about Bella, she just belongs to Edward and NOT to Jacob, lol. I could feel the way Bella felt about Edward, it’s just really the first and true love. A shame was that Edward sparkles, I know it’s a sign to tell you how beautiful they are, but still… In my opinion vampire’s do not sparkle. But hey, it’s something new and different in the vampire stories haha.   My Advice: Well even if you were stubborn like me and planning never to read it. Please, get over that phase and read it. ‘Cause it’s def. worth your time. It’s a page turner. In the scale of 1 to 5, I give this book the number 5. Because well, yeah it’s one of my favourite books. From page one to the end I loved reading it and that they made a movie of the book may say something about the book itself! introduction by Elizabeth Curtis book cover from: http://www.hachettebookgroup.com/

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Review: Bibleworks 8, part I (first impressions)

My copy of BW8 arrived in the mail yesterday, and I have taken the last day to explore its basic features.  In the coming days and weeks, continue to watch for subsequent updates as I begin to plumb the depths of what BW can do.

Prior to receiving BW8, I was running BW5 (which, I believe, was originally released in 2001).  Much of what attracted me to BW8 was the inclusion of the various Targumim, Philo, Josephus, Apostolic Fathers, and Pseudepigrapha . . . but more on that in another installment.  Install, as always, was  a breeze; I chose “custom” (thankfully, the disc defaults to that option) and opted not to install many of the modern foreign language versions.  In the end, in addition to the obvious English, Hebrew/Aramaic, and Greek, I also installed the German, French, and Latin versions.  I actually realized when I first opened the program I had forgotten to select French initially.  No problem—I just popped the disc back in, selected “modify” the install, and added the French translations.  No need to reinstall.

Aesthetically, the layout is quite nice, with three separate panes.  In BW5 I only had two panes; with three the screen is still not crowded in the least, and the information is easy to navigate.  Another basic feature new to me is tabs in the command/search window–which you can rename, a nice feature that aids in quick navigation during complex searches–and tabs in the analysis window.  The amount of information located within these ten tabs is staggering.

What excited me the most initially about BW8 was the inclusion of the Targumim, Philo, Josephus, Pseudepigrapha, and Apostolic Fathers.  All are available in both their original languages and in English translation.  To have the full BW experience now with these seminal texts–identifying parsing, root, translation–is a tremendous addition that more than makes the program worth its cost.  For me, personally, the ability to search the various Targumim is a great additional as well, not only for the text-critical work I do (and the fact the BHS apparatus is terribly abbreviated in many instances, unfortunately), but also inasmuch as the Targumim reveal a certain way of reading some difficult episodes in the biblical text (for example, Gen 27:35 in MT has Isaac saying to Esau “your brother came in deceit . . . ” whereas Targum Onqelos says “your brother came in wisdom . . . “—this is a fascinating reading, to adopt Tov’s more neutral language, and the ability to search the various Targumim [Neofiti, Onqelos, etc.] adds a level of specificity to the often quite general text critical notes in the apparatus of BHS).

Here are a few other additions unique to BW8 I have noticed in my perusing that have my very excited and which I do not believe have received the attention due them (I trust there will be many more):

1) Rodkinson’s translation of the Babylonian Talmud (Mishnah and Rashi’s comments). 

2) The ability to search across all versions, biblical and non-biblical, for a single term with ease!

3) Juoun-Muraoka’s Hebrew Grammar and Waltke/O’Connor’s Introduction to Biblical Hebrew Syntax.

The inclusion of (1) and (3) alone will save anyone a large amount of money if they do not already own these texts.  And the beauty of having them included in BW?  BW does the linking to them for you!  Simply use the ‘resources’ tab in the far right window.  In addition to these resources, one finds also Wallace’s Greek grammar, Gesenius’ Hebrew Grammar, Coneybeare’s LXX grammar, and a host of other resources, all indexed for you and available at the click of a mouse.  As a student raised on Waltke/O’Connor’s book, I can say that the addition of their Introduction to Biblical Hebrew Syntax is going to be a resource I will be consulting quite, quite often . . . now just through my BW!  And even better, in these grammars the verses are linked, so all you have to do is hover your mouse pointer over the chapter and verse numbers and the verse will pop up in the versions you have selected.

One other feature worthy of mention is the regular updates one can access easily through the program’s ‘help’ menu.  There are both ‘recommended’ and ‘optional’ updates, each, thankfully, with a description of what it does, which helps tremendously given the file names themselves are not always clear indicators.  From my initial update after install, it has become clear the BW team has taken great care to address any issues, including basic typos, and allow for an update to remedy the difficulty.  I look forward to regular updates, and trust the BW team will continue to work assiduously towards keeping their program running as smoothly as it has for me thus far.

Thus far I am tremendously satisfied with the upgrade.  Any user of BW interested in these texts should make the leap to BW8!

As I write my prospectus and begin on the dissertation, I will be putting BW8 to the test!  It has been a great help thus far . . . I trust it is up to the challenge!  In the coming days and weeks, I will update this series with my analyses of what else it is that I discover BW can do.  I look forward to learning much more, and to more (pleasant) surprises!  Stay tuned!

Friday, June 19, 2009

Love in the Messianic Age, Paul Philip Levertoff

A friend just told me yesterday he is going to graduate school with a concentration in Jewish mysticism and its history.

I myself have read very little Jewish mysticism and kabbalah and so forth. I did remark that my own plans to do doctoral work with a concentration in Ezekiel will bring me across texts in merkavah mysticism (merkavah means chariot and refers to the divine chariot vision at the beginning of Ezekiel).

In spite of my lack of experience with Jewish mystical texts, I did have a phase of life in which I read Christian mystics. A guest in my home library might notice The Cloud of Unknowing and The Interior Castle on my shelf, for example. I also enjoyed a few of Bernard of Clairvaux’s homilies at one time, especially in Song of Songs. I also regard Augustine as a bit of a mystic and count Confessions among the best books I have ever read.

I am familiar with and still have a leaning to that sort of deep emotional and transcendent longing.

I have some distrust for Kabbalah. The Lurianic myth behind kabbalistic thought is something I find appalling. God contracted into his innermost being to leave room for creation? In the process the six lower emanations burst and cracked vessels of divine glory require people to do mitzvot to restore the glory to its place? It reminds me of a Christian theology called Process Theology, in which God’s power is not absolute and in which evil could possibly win the cosmic battle.

Like many others, I prefer a simpler idea of Tikkun Olam (repair of the world) — not God needing our help to get the sparks of his glory back, but God leaving some of the work of healing and restoration to his creatures as a gift to us.
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All of that preface leads up to my recommendation of and some thoughts about the newly reprinted edition of Paul Philip Levertoff’s Love in the Messianic Age (2009, Vine of David).

The book is very brief, with short biography of Levertoff (1878 – 1954), born to an Orthodox Jewish family with Chasidic ancestry in Belarus, who became an Anglican priest after concluding that Yeshua is Messiah. Levertoff worked in many areas to build a Jewish Christianity, making, for example, a communion liturgy integrated with Jewish liturgy (someone help me here — I can’t remember if he integrated communion with the Amidah or simply with Kiddush or what).

Levertoff is one of those amazing figures, like Edersheim, the two Lichtensteins, Rabinowitz, and others who preceded Messianic Judaism by decades, but in some ways anticipated it.

Vine of David is the new imprint of First Fruits of Zion dedicated to projects such as this Levertoff volume. They also plan to produce a complete Messianic Siddur, release more Levertoff books, a commentary on Matthew with notes by Yechiel Lichtenstein, and more. See more about these worthy projects building a legacy for Messianic Judaism at vineofdavid.org.

I am reading Levertoff slowly. It is a very short book, but one worth going over and over. He has distilled the thought of Hasidism and kabbalah, removing or omitting some of the troubling ideas, and integrating it with Yeshua-faith and, interestingly, the Gospel of John.

In other words, Love in the Messianic Age is a sort of Jewish-Christian distillation of the best of Jewish mystical thought integrated with the Fourth Gospel. If that does not sound like intensive spiritual reading I don’t know what does.

Some of the troubling ideas of kabbalah remain and Levertoff’s theology would not match mine in many areas (no surprise). Nonetheless, this is a book to return to again and again, like wisdom literature. The ideas and concepts draw the reader into the edges of the shekhina, illuminating the soul.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Defending The Gospel - A Book Review

Matthias Media are having a book sale during the month of June. The titles in their Guidebooks for Life series have all been discounted by 33%. Titles include: A Sinner’s Guide to Holiness; Prayer and the Voice of God Normally; Guidance and the Voice of God; Faith; Encouragement; A Foot in Two Worlds; and Defending the Gospel. None cost more than $10.
Late last year mgpc participated in a survey of our church life. Training in gospel outreach and evangelism were noted as weaknesses in our overall ministry. Defending the Gospel speaks to this need.
Defending the Gospel is subtitled: ‘What to say when people challenge your faith’. The author is Kel Richards, known to many from his longstanding career as a journalist and broadcaster, predominantly with the Australian Broadcasting Corporation (ABC).
Richards recounts his first response when his faith was challenged. Beginning his working life an equally young colleague mentioned that ‘Religion is a crutch’, to which Richards responded ‘No, it’s not.’ Needless to say his presentation and defense of the Gospel has come a long way.
The book uses the well known Gospel presentation ‘Two Ways To Live‘ as its model. It is helpful to have some familiarity with this outreach tool. The six propositions put forward in Two Ways To Live are explained in six chapters. Part of that explanation seeks to defend the propositions against typical questions and objections.
Much of this material is helpful and straight forward. As a model for evangelism Richards does not spend extensive time dwelling on these issues. He contends the Gospel is the central thing, so the contentions of the Gospel must be returned to and side-tracks avoided. Richards interacts well with the thoughts of other apologists.
I was bemused by his contention that the Bible (and particularly Genesis) tells us that God made all things but provides no details of how He made them, emphasising instead why God made all things. The basic line is one prevalent in much of Sydney evangelicalism. His position does not negate the usefulness of the book for those who would disagree with this evaluation of Creation.
All his other material is well thought out and expressed and could lead to much more detailed reading and study.
Someone having reading and thought through the material in Defending the Gospel will be in a position to deal constructively with a lot of basic objections to Christianity. Positively they will also be able to present a cogent account of the Gospel.
A quote:
‘Of course, there are plenty of unbelievers who will remain unbelievers even after the gospel has been explained and defended. But those people God changes, he changes using the gospel: “I am not ashamed of the gospel, for it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who believes…” (Romans 1:16) It is the gospel itself that is the “power of God”, not the cleverness of our answers or reasons.’

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Can There Be ‘Too Many Reviews’ of Books? -- Late Night With Jan Harayda

Fewer book reviews are appearing in print because of recent cutbacks at newspaper book-review sections, but is the smaller number necessarily a bad thing? Most critics seem to think it is, in part because it tends to result in an uneven distribution of literary wealth: As the review space shrinks, a larger share of it is going to established authors who don’t need the attention – but whom editors believe they can’t ignore – at the expense of unknowns who do need it.

A slightly different view informs North Toward Home, the acclaimed 1967 memoir by Willie Morris, the late editor of Harper’s. Morris suggests that “too many reviews and too much talk about reviews” can hurt writers by eroding their faith in the importance of their work in its own right. That argument may have been stronger when good new authors could usually take for granted that they would get reviews in respected newspapers. Now those authors may receive none. And neglect can erode a writer’s faith as much as too many reviews of the wrong sort. But Morris makes a worthy point that’s in danger of getting lost amid the din about shrinking book-review sections: Reviews are often a mixed blessing.

Here’s more of his argument:

“A young writer’s work rests in a very real way on his own private ego – on his own personal faith that what he has to write and the way he writes it are important in themselves, important to his own time and to future generations. Why else subject oneself to the miseries of writing? When one is too closely involved in the world of publishing, this private faith can wear very thin. There are too many books, too many reviews and too much talk about reviews, too much concern about books as commodities, books as items of merchandise, book quotas, book prizes, book sales figures, book promotions. There is too much literary activity and too much literary talk, having little or nothing to do with the intensely private and precarious act of writing. There is too much predictable flattery. All this is necessary to the trade, but it generates a total atmosphere which can be destructive of one’s own literary values.”

This is the latest in a series of “Late Night With Jan Harayda” posts that appear after 10 p.m. Eastern Time and do not include reviews, which usually appear early in the day.

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Tuesday, June 16, 2009

moments ...

It’s a bleating rain – it whines as it falls through the air and smashes against the windows.
It’s nice to have an office with windows usually.
My desk is layered with papers and books turned to pages I will read.
A manual that will explain a quirk in a piece of software I’m using lies open.

The wind whips everything sideways.
I’m glad I’m not outdoors. I don’t wish to be blown sideways.

The beagle doesn’t realize I’m home.
He lies curled in his bed in the kitchen downstairs, sleeping and waiting, waiting for any one of us to show up and discover him and feed him.
He trusts that will happen, rightfully so.

All kinds of space, an entire day, yawn open. The opportunity to spin some writing, dig down past the spin and get to some real stuff, use pen and paper, all are possible.

But there is no room to write at the desk and no urge to clean everything off, something that could be done in one fell swoop, a grand gesture, something cinematic that sends papers flying, stacks of letters and photos pshooshed to the floor, bits of ephemera and things saved for some reason – all, all whisked to the carpet below.  I clean best that way. Take everything out, put back only what’s necessary and do so  in an organized manner.
But not now.

I wander to my bookshelf. Who calls? what book calls to be opened and read while the storm lashes?
I choose Mary Oliver. Last week, a fellow blooger (was it ds?) posted one of Oliver’s poems. It was the perfect post.

Poetry is such a good place to go. It fires and inspires the pen, the memory, the very lushness of every single thing and the wonderful ones do it without sentimentality. There’s the rub.
Nope, I’m not a poet but I thank God for them, for the pictures they take and make. For the simplicty of things, all translated, making us remember.

(The book was a gift.  The shell is from the beach at Sanibel.)

Monday, June 15, 2009

Gently, Dirk Gently.

This week was the first time I read anything even remotely science fiction since, oh, 7th or 8th grade.  I chose “Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency” by Douglas Adams.   Some of you may have noticed that I tweeted (you can follow me at 4lilpups) that the book smelled of cigarettes and loneliness.  Sounds like a joke, but I really did have to hold the book down on my lap to keep from sneezing or getting a headache.  I’ll admit I have no idea what loneliness really smells like, but I stand behind my assumption that previous readers may have been a wee bit lonely. 

 

Now that I’m done being judgmental, I am free to admit that I thoroughly enjoyed this book.   I’m not entirely sure I understood what was happening at all times (it seemed like 5 or 6 subplots were always going and I’m not sure my brain tied them all together in the end), but it was fun to read.   

 

Look for a personal post over the next couple of days.  Get excited! 

 

Peace

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Art Mania Friday--Secret Identities: the Asian American Superhero Anthology Review

So whatever illness that has been sweeping through the Ewing household has got me too.  Thus you have Art Mania Friday—Saturday Edition!   I’m writing it first thing Saturday morning.  Does that count for anything?  No?  Well okay then.  But try to bear with me: I have an amazing book to tell you about.

I read Secret Identities: the Asian American Superheroes Anthology earlier this week.     I picked it up because Kazu Kabushi , one of my favorite comic creators, had an entry in it.   I was expecting an anthology of stories about superheroes like Batman and Superman that just happened to be Asian, maybe with some cool art styles.   What I got was much,  much more.

The anthology covers a broad scope. It has stories about everything from everyday heroes to the delightfully over-the-top story of a gritty superhero fighting Nazi gremlins for Obama.  The stories take place in many different eras: from the building of the transcontental railroad to the future.  The art styles vary from entry to entry and all are delightful to look  at.

There are a number of stories and concepts with great female leads in them, which always makes me happy.  My favorite female character was a dead pan heroine whose superpowers, much to her dismay, involved magical girl transformations and “love heart beams!”  It’s a fantastic take on the magical girl stereotype and one of many great female characters in the book.

But above all the most fantastic thing this book does is be exactly what it says: Asian American.  From the beginning I was blown away by the presentation of Asian American identity and how well it tied into the theme of superheroes.  Each character has to handle the stereotypes against them (from the laundry girl to superhero manservant to perpetual foreigner) in their own way, finding their own path to justice.

Asian American identity is presented with both breadth and specificity.  Stories of immigration, adoption, the children of American soldiers, and growing up in America and living with perpetual foreigner status are all covered in the book, and more.  Many of the stories involve or echo real events in Asian American history such as the Japanese Internment or the murder of Vincent Chin, and others are heart-touching tales of self-sacrifice or humourous takes on racial stereotypes.

This book was insightful, uplifting, and absolutely blew me away.   I’m not sure how much more awesome one book could contain: the upfront discussion of race and stereotypes, the strong female characters, the fantastic art and writing, just… wow.   I want to buy a copy for my local library.  I want to make everyone I know read it.   And above all, I want more books like this.

So, if you haven’t checked this book out yet I highly reccomend it.   And if anyone knows of similar books please comment and let me know.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Book Review: Twilight Before Christmas

Author: Christine Feehan

Published: January 2004

Publisher: Pocket Books

Genre: Fantasy

ISBN-10: 0743480279

ISBN-13: 9780743476287

8/10

Seven sisters…and a legacy of magical secrets. Bestselling novelist Kate Drake is one of seven sisters gifted with amazing powers of witchcraft. Returning home in time for her northern California town’s annual Christmas pageant, Kate catches the spirit of the season and decides to open a bookstore in a charming but run-down historic mill. Decorated former U.S. Army Ranger Matt Granite, now a local contractor, doesn’t mind working in the undeniably eerie house — not if it means getting closer to Kate. There’s something about the quiet, sensual woman that powerfully attracts him. When an earthquake cracks the mill’s foundation and reveals a burial crypt, Kate senses that a centuries-old evil has been unleashed and that it’s coming after her. Though Matt vows to guard her from dusk till dawn, Kate knows she will have to summon all of her and her sisters’ powers to battle the darkness threatening to destroy both Christmas and the gift of soul-searing passion her hometown hero wants her to keep forever….

Now MY take on it:

I personally thought it was a charming, yet haunting story. The fog the story centered around made me nervous to see fog afraid I was going to have to save the day like heroine Kate Drake. But with seven sisters, all witches, at least there is never a dull moment! Coming from a Pagan background, I understood the subtlety of modern day Paganism but with a twist! What Pagan wouldn’t want to use her powers for good but also to make a sandwich without having to lift anything but a finger? As far as the Christmas symbols and the story setting in Christmastime, I loved it. Christmas is one of my favorite Holidays so naturally I enjoyed all the talk about Christmas and pageants. Oh, and those steamy love-making scenes! Who wouldn’t enjoy a nice rumble under the Christmas tree? Now that’s one heck of a gift! The only problem I had was that certain parts seemed to drag on. Though I must say I have been forming a habit of not reading the first of a series and going directly to the next- this is the 2nd book of the Drake Sisters series. I’ll have to read the first book in the series.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Retro-mad book review: Fingersmith, the novel (UK, Virago Books, 2002)

The long delayed book review:

The BBC movie and the novel from which the movie is based on, describe this book as a lesbian novel, gothic fiction, crime, a sensation novel in the tradition of Charles Dickens and so on. I find these descriptions of this award-worthy book insufficient. For above everything else, this novel is a tale of mutual betrayal, of self-discovery, and finally, of  retribution and redemption.

The plot of the novel is pretty much the same as that of the movie: it is divided in three parts, with Susan “Sue” Trinder narrating the first part, Maud Lilly taking over the narration in the second part and Sue resuming the story in the third part. In part 1, orphaned, streetwise fingersmith (British slang for thief) Sue narrates the nefarious plan Richard “Gentleman” Rivers hatches: Richard means to con rich, isolated would-be heiress Maud Lilly out of her inheritance by tricking her into marrying him, and then throwing her into an insane asylum after their wedding so that he can take all the money for himself. To achieve this, he employs Sue’s help, who must pose as the maid who will convince Maud to marry him. Sue agrees in exchange for a cut of the profits. She is thus sent to the countryside, to Briar Court, to be Maud’s maid, but an unexpected fondness for her mistress which grows into desire and eventually transforms itself into love, becomes a major obstacle in Sue’s carrying out her goal. However, a last burst of courage, born more out of a fear of failure, helps her carry out their plan and so she succeeds in helping Maud escape Briar Court and elope with Gentleman. But on the day when Maud is supposed to be taken to the asylum, it is Sue that the doctors seize from the carriage, and only then does it dawn on Sue that she has been tricked and that Maud has been in on it from the start.

In the second part, Maud takes over the narrative and explains why she did what she did. This is where it gets more interesting than the film, it is much more elaborate and detailed. Maud is brilliant, articulate, and excellent at self-justification. She is an orphaned girl who grows up in an asylum. The nurses treat her as a young staff and let her run around with a stick. She is a bit of a wild, uncouth, free spirit and her time at the asylum already has an effect on her young, impressionable mind. Then her uncle comes to bring her to Briar Court and her nightmare begins. Her uncle considers himself a gentleman, a scholar and a curator of poisons.The poisons here mean porn, or porn as it was in Victorian times -which, in light of the modern times, would seem so tame, even literary (a bit cheesy), as to be art.^^ So that would mean her uncle is a strange pervert, especially because he means to train Maud in the art of book collecting and indexing. But she is still a wild child and needs to be trained and it falls on Mrs. Stiles and the other staff to discipline to her. She is starved, hit, put in an ice house, deprived of heat during winter, when she forgets her gloves, her hands are hit, when she dozes during her training, her uncle throws paper weights at her or her uncle threatens to return her to the asylum. Her uncle teaches her about his books, what kind there are, fonts, styles and so on. When his friends come over, she reads the pornographic books to them, and has to endure the leering, lewd looks of her uncle’s gentleman friends. In time, she learns to be as cruel as well. When she learns that Mrs. Stiles had lost a child, she gets a cat and names it Mrs. Stiles’ daughter. When she gets a new maid, around her age, the maid reminds her so much of who she was and might have been that she begins to abuse her maid – hitting her hands with her slippers until her hands bled, or pricking her hands with needles. What she has gone through has made her grow up not entirely resigned, but cold, calculating and just a bit psychotic, maybe beyond redemption. Then Richard “Gentleman” Rivers comes and proposes a plan to her: they elope with a maid, but the maid must be tricked into thinking she’s out to con Maud, but actually what they will do is trick the maid into turning into her, so that she is mistaken for Maud, thrown in the asylum and not be tracked by her uncle. It is a brilliant plan and one that Maud embraces. They get rid of her young maid by  having Gentleman rape her and the new, illiterate, gullible maid, Sue comes in. As you can see, in the book, Maud is a much darker, more vile character, darker than the one in the movie. But she is still the most intriguing, interesting character in the book and as you get to know her, you still want to root for her.

But what happens is that Sue is not like any of the other maids Maud has had. Maud says Sue is more loose, more frank, more free. One of the things I love about the book is how it shows how their romance unfolds. In the film, it is a abbreviated, and it seems like there are some things missing. But the book explains it all: Sue is the first person to think her kind and good, and Sue is the first person to show her kindness. When Sue realizes how much Maud hates eggs for her meals, Sue has the kitchen bring soup instead, when Maud’s feet are cold, Sue kneels to blow at her feet, when they take their walks, Sue is careful to make sure she does not grow cold, when Maud has nightmares (or pretends to have nightmares), Sue comes and makes sure she is safe, and in time sleeps beside her and holds her until she falls asleep.  Sue teaches her to play cards, and to dance and a hint of more intense feelings come to the fore. When Richard comes back, Maud is changed and now has doubts about carrying out their nefarious plan. Shrewd Richard observes this and realizes, during one pivotal scene, that Maud is in love with Sue. Maud realizes this as well and this complicates the situation, until that one fateful night when they finally consummate their desire. Maud goes through a period where she contemplates telling Sue the truth, but the morning after they have made love, Sue acts as if nothing  has happened and says, in not so many words, that it is for Richard that Maud was devote herself. Sue’s rejection is  like a slap to Maud and this rejection is what makes her go through with the plan afterall. But Maud arrives in London and Richard brings her to Lant Street,to Mrs. Sucksby and as Mrs. Sucksby and Richard tell her of the bigger plan,that she had been tricked into coming here because actually Sue and Maud had been switched at birth, and that Sue’s mother is actually the real Ms. Lilly, making Sue the real Ms. Lilly and not Maud, who turns out to be one of nameless orphans Mrs. Sucksby farms before she’d gone to the asylum and to Briar Court, Maud realizes she had planned and plotted and betrayed Sue for nothing. She is kept prisoner at Lant Street until she turns the ripe age to get the fortune the late Ms.Lilly has made for her and for Sue. For she will become both Sue and herself to claim the fortune. At the same time, Mrs. Sucksby reveals that she is her daughter and this changes She says  it all in this line from the book, “I have bitten back rage, insanity, desire, love, all at the cost of freedom” and she realizes that it has all been for nothing.

Sue takes over the third part of the novel and this time describes the abuse she has gone through the hands of the doctors and massive nurses of the asylum. She is beaten, sat over, almost sexually abused, plunged into a bath, incarcerated, pretty much driven into madness. The more she insists that she is not Mrs. Maud Rivers, the more they think she is,and the more they think she is mad. Her illiteracy and her London accent are taken to be another manifestation of her madness. What keeps her alive is her hate for Maud and the hope that one day Mrs. Sucksby will rescue her. No one comes for a time, until one of the staff, a boy named Charles, comes to visit, thinking her to be Mrs. Rivers. The boy has run away after Maud and Richard elope. He is the nephew of the woman whose lodge they had stayed in. Sue convinces him to buy a blank key and a file, visit her and help her escape. She succeeds in escaping and hitches her way all the way to London, with the boy in tow. She makes her way to Lant Street, rents a room across the street from Mrs. Sucksby’s house, spends time observing the house and when she finds out that Maud is living in the house, this drives her into a murderous rage and she rushes into the house meaning to kill Maud, with knife in hand. What follows is basically what happens in the movie as well – except it is a longer, more tense scene, and there is a longer confrontation scene between Maud and Sue where they accuse each other of betraying each other, and when Sue tells her, “We could have run way together”, Maud asks her, “How much were you willing to give up?” to which Sue, not answering, realizes that she would not have given up anything for Maud at all. This scene is quite pivotal and would have explained how they manage to forgive each other (as is shown in the film). Anyway, as with the film, there is the tussle with Richard (who, despite how vile he is, I actually like – only he is very shrewd and calculating), and Richard is stabbed, and Mrs. Sucksby goes to jail and is hanged. Maud disappears, only to turn up in Briar, Sue finds out about her origins  and her inheritance, and realizes too late what Maud had done at Lant Street to protect her. Sue finds her in Briar Court, and they confront each other some more and since they are still very much in love, they acknowledge their feelings for each other. End of story.

Phew!

I love this novel. For someone who has grown up on a steady diet of Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, George Eliot, and later, Jane Austen, Emily Bronte, Henry James, Thomas Hardy (I intend to read them all into the next century), “Fingersmith” is right up my alley and I very much enjoyed it. I thought it was quite subversive to turn the normally repressed, proper Victorian heroines into full-on scheming, manipulative, cold, calculating villains. I love the tone and the language, and the author’s decision to make it a first person narrative, first narrated by Sue, then by Maud then by Sue again, makes the novel a much more personal experience for the reader. I love how the romance is developed between the two, amidst all the scheming and vile plot that each one has concocted. I still concur that Maud Lilly is the most intriguing, most fascinating, psychotic,  brilliant villain since Marquise Isabelle de Merteuil in Dangerous Liaisons and played by Glenn Close in the movie. Maud Lilly is an evil, vile, manipulative little lady, but she is a sympathetic, complex character as well, so her desire for escape and freedom, at all costs, is understandable, though it is unforgiveable. Her redemption, in the hands of Sue, is sweet and exhilirating and the movie should have devoted more time to this.

Overall, the novel explains so much more, the characters are more developed, the events more fleshed out. Maud and Sue, by the way, are both 17 in the book, although in the film, they are both 21. As a 17-year old, Maud’s actions make much more sense, but as a 21 year old, in the film, it’s scarier.

Reading this, you’ll come to realize how abbreviated the BBC adaptation is, although this is an adaptation that is more faithful to the book than other adaptations are. However, Elaine Cassidy will always be Maud Lilly to me, and Sally Hawkins will always be Sue Trinder. ^^ Which now gives me an excuse to post this photo. ^^

Overall, this tale of  love, retribution and redemption is beautiful and for £7.99 shouldn’t be missed. ^^

PS Now I am off to watch Harper’s Island – the new CBS TV show that stars Elaine Cassidy – in an American accent (this I gotta see!). Shall I review it? Maybe. This blog has evolved so much since I started blogging that it would seem a shame to limit my reviews to gay or gay-themed movies only. ^^

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Book Review: Handle with Care by Jodi Picoult

Handle With Care is possibly one of Jodi’s most controversial books, with an impossible question at the heart of it. Willow O’Keefe was born with OI – Osteogenesis Imperfecta, a brittle bone disease which means even a sneeze can break several bones.

Her sister Amelia and parents Charlotte and Sean O’Keefe do their best to look after her but are stressed out due to the pressure of caring for such a sick young girl, and are also in financial trouble. Charlotte is thrown a lifeline when someone tells her she can sue her obstetrician for not warning her of Willow’s condition when she was pregnant.

But suing would mean Charlotte has to admit she would have aborted her baby if she had known. Oh and not to mention the fact that Charlotte’s obstetrician is her best friend Piper…

The topic of abortion is always going to be one of the most controversial topics that anyone, be it an author or just a normal person on the street can discuss, so to approach it in this manner in a book was an interesting choice for Picoult. People will always have their own views on abortion, but this novel goes further, bringing up the issue of abortion when you’ve found out your child has a severe disability and admitting such in a court of law in a malpractice suit. It does seem like a cold and heartless thing for anyone to admit, let alone a mother, but this book attempts to go into the detail of why Charlotte is about to admit just that, and the effects this has on not only Charlotte, but Willow and the rest of the family as well.

 Picoult has continued using a winning formula for her which is multiple narration throughout the book. This serves well for the author as she can really broaden the storyline through each of her chosen narrators, but also works well for the reading audience as well because we are given opportunity to read a balanced story from multiple viewpoints and consequently are thrown deep into the story, and become totally consumed by the whole thing. In my book, each of the narrators are written in a different type-font to help with differentiating them, but to be honest this wasn’t necessary as I found it easy enough to tell who was narrating at any point without even reading the name of the narrator at the beginning of the chapter.

All of the characters were very well written as you’d expect from a Picoult novel, and I liked all of them in different ways. We see the most of Charlotte O’Keefe, and indeed she is the narrator for much of the early book. Through this, we get to learn about her pregnancy, finding out Willow has OI and the beginnings of filing a lawsuit. However, as the story progresses the narration gathers pace to signify the importance of what is going on. We see a lot of Charlotte’s husband and Willow’s father Sean, a local cop who is struggling with his wife’s decision to say Willow was a ‘wrongful birth’, whether or not its the truth. He is possibly the character I loved the most, a very honest and honourable man determined to do the best by his children whatever the cost.

We hear from Charlotte’s older child Amelia intermitently throughout the book, and for me this is a very interesting choice of narrator, not just because of her age but because Picoult has to delve deeper to make her realistic and to get into the mindset of a very confused teenager. She does this brilliant and Amelia is possibly one of the most, if not THE most complex character of all. Other narrators include Marin, Charlotte’s lawyer who is battling with her own problems behind the scenes and occasionally the wronged friend Piper. Each of them is easy to read, highlighting different parts of this story which has affected their life and overall, it comes together with a very strong story which is carried so well mainly because of these characters. Incidentally, the main person in this story isn’t a narrator at all, instead the rest of dialogue is aimed at Willow as if they are writing a book for her which is an interesting way to go for a novel like this.

In terms of medical knowledge, the author has clearly done her research when writing this book. Although a lot of the medical terminology used in the book sounds fancy, they are used appropriately and are weaved into the book seamlessly. The condition of OI is thoroughly explained to the reader during the story, and I had no problems picking up all of the elements at all. In fact, finding about the condition was fascinating and reading about its knock-on effects, not just to the sufferer, but to the family as well was very well documented. Picoult doesn’t shy away from complex subjects within the book, from descriptions of how Willow copes with day to day life, to descriptions of what happens when she breaks a bone and even what happens with a newborn with OI, which admittedly did make me cringe slightly in parts.

Jodi Picoult has come up trumps with this book, and has tackled a very difficult and controversial subject with emotion, finesse and most of all a real empathy for all of the characters. I felt that, from the blurb, I would hate Charlotte simply because of what she is doing to her daughter and family, but the way she is written makes that impossible. She is a sympathetic character, and as a mother I felt her pain when not being able to do anything when her daughter was in immense pain herself. Relationships are probably the main focus in the book, from marriage, to siblings to parent and child, and how these change and adapt according to difficult circumstances. The individual stories keep the book flowing, and the different twists and turns for each of the characters allow a deep story with many repurcussions, one that won’t be so obvious at the beginning and others that may be so. I could not put this book down, reading it in just a couple of days whenever I had a couple of minutes, and feeling sad at the end that my new book had come to a very satisfactory if peculiar ending. I cannot recommend it enough, simply brilliant as ever.

Rating: 5/5

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

I wish I'd Read This Before Becoming a Teacher

Below is a review I wrote for amazon.com on Daniel Coyle’s wonderful book, “The Talent Code.” In my opinion, this is a great read for teachers. Coyle breaks success down into three ingredients (the devil is, of course, in the details): (a) deep practice; (b) drive, and (c) good coaching. Coyle offers great suggestions on what these things are and how to go about achieving them. (Deep practice is an especially important concept for teachers.)

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We’ve all wondered what the “ingredients” are to become truly great at something, We’ve all ruminated on what seperates the average from the good from the great. As a teacher, I have spent many hours reflecting on the constitution of good teaching and good learning, both key things to understand in order to connect with students.

Daniel Coyle’s book, The Talent Code, points to three of the most important ingredients to greatness: deep practice, ignition (motivated passion), and good coaching. He also unveils for the general reading public a new, and quite maverick, theory of how the brain maximizes learning and memory: rather than the brain’s synapses (connections between neurons) being the key to rapid recall and retention of information, Coyle suggests that the answer lies in myelin (a lipid based chemical that coats the synapse connections). myelin, Coyle suggests, makes neural connections stronger, and the stronger they get, the better and quicker our brains work.

How myelin goes takes us back to the age-old maxim: use it or lose it. myeiin, like the synapse connections they protect, grow stronger based on repeated use. In the language of psychology, this amounts to the idea that the more one practices, the better one gets. But as Coyle notes, not just any old practice makes perfect. DEEP practice is the type of practice that finds the practicer struggling to work through a problem, correcting and monitoring herself as she goes until she gets better and better. So, it is not how much we practice, but how thoughtfully and reflectively we practice.

The next section of The Talent Code is devoted to the idea of ignition, or, motivation. It almost goes without saying that to be great, one needs to be motivated to be great. In fact, one key ingredient of deep practice (that Coyle should have mentioned in this second section) is that deep practice can only take place in people who are so motivated that they can fail, try, fail better, try better, etc. That is what ‘ignition’ is about; it is not only about practice, but the desire to keep practicing and improving.

Lastly, Coyle talks about what makes a master coach. A master coach, it turns out, is not one who is the most knowledgeable, the most inspiratioanl, or the toughest. Being a good coach is about the ability to foster and guide deep practice (and ignition) in pupils. If one cannot see the “big picture” of what a master should be and constantly guide students towards that vision, one can simply not be a good coach.

Through each of these sections, journalist Coyle uses highly illuminating and engaging examples of his points. What is deep practice? Ask the players on the small island of Curacao, or the players at Brazillian soccer academies. What does optimal ignition look like? For that, we travel to the KIPP charter schools (where the key motivator is college, college, college). A master coach? We examine the likes of famed basketball coach John Wooden and reknowned cello instructor Hans Jensen. Not only is the book very insightful, but it is quite enjoyable.

There is one major complaint I do have about this book – the author’s quite myopic mentioning of myelin. Like someone who has stumbled upon the next great x, Coyle is quite over-the-top in his enthusiasm for myelin being the new great answer to the question of how we learn. Even many of the scientists he quotes temper their enthusiasm for myelin saying that myelin’s link to learning is only tentative and hypothetical at this point. You’d never know it from Coyle’s very non-tentative statements.

Further, I found the chapter and numerous sections devoted to the myelin theory of learning are wholly irrelevant to the book’s point. Whether myelin helps coat neural connections to make them faster and stronger is quite unnecessary to understanding that deep practice + ingition help us learn. While it is an interesting idea to think about, we do not need to see ignition as (Coyle’s words) “nyecinizing” the brain: it works just as well to simply see it as igniting the passion required for success. Thus, about 35 pages of this book could have been left out without doing any damage to the author’s points.

Anyhow, all that aside, I STRONGLY reccomend this book to people, and particularly to educators concerned with how to better teach their students. Since reading this book, I have tried to incorporate some of the book’s ideas about deep practice and effective coaching. While it is too early to see if these ideas have worked in the classroom, I can say that this book can’t help but inspire all in the teaching profession (and those puzzling over how to learn better).

Monday, June 8, 2009

48 Hour Book Challenge: Nine read! Rejoicing!

Edward’s Eyes by Patricia MacLachlan took me twenty minutes to read. I’m still a little blown away by that, even though I know it’s a super-short book with pretty big print. A teacher at my school loves this book and says it’s a great tool for teaching foreshadowing. Umm, yeah. I think it would be a great way to introduce the term “plot anvil.” It’s hard to care that much for a character more marked for death than a golden retriever in a ’60s YA novel. My tears refused to be jerked, or maybe I was just out of moisture in my eyes by staying up until 2:30 a.m. to squeeze out one more book for the night.

I woke up to The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, the gratification of which I have been long delaying. Fully expecting this to be my last book of the challenge (foreshadowing!), I decided to go out with a bang. I’m not sure what I can say about this book that hasn’t been already said, but I thought it very nearly lived up to the hype (although I still think Katsa would win in a Special K showdown). Since I can’t imagine a more hyped YA book since Breaking Dawn, that’s pretty high praise. (OK, maybe Deathly Hallows, but I digress.) It’s got more plot than you can shake a stick at and surprisingly tantalizing descriptions of food. Seriously, I can’t think of another YA book that makes me want to eat goat cheese more. I’m trying to resist the Catching Fire fever currently sweeping the internets and wait for the real book like a good little girl, but it’s gonna be tough. I guess that’s a big advantage in waiting so long to read the first one. SLJ BoB got it right, I think (two books enter! one book leaves!… I’ll stop now).

I had planned to end my 48HBC prematurely since I’d already planned to go to the Museum of Comic and Cartoon Art Festival, but thought I could squeeze one more book in on the train there, so picked Janes in Love by Cecil Castellucci and Jim Rugg. The sequel to The Plain Janes, the Janes contine to make public art, negotiate their friendship, and fall in luurve. I liked the first one (knit hats for parking meters!) and the second is more of the same. I particularly enjoyed the flower-y prom stunt and the thought of some artsy teens crashing a stuffy grant interview.

Went to MoCCA, basked in the excitement of Cozy Lummox behind a presenter table instead of walking around with the plebes, got some cool stuff. Since my MoCCA partner had to split early to get to a movie, I took advantage of some unexpected time and made it through my ninth, and last book, Masterpiece by Elise Broach. I picked this up for its recent E.B. White Read-Aloud Award win (and can I just wonder aloud here how the judging for this one works? like, shouldn’t it really be an audience choice kind of thing?) and it’s a quietly fun Chasing Vermeer meets The Cricket in Times Square meets From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. I don’t generally go for mysteries, but I do like sentient insects involved in Borrowers-esque hijinks. Also Durer.

Whew. That took a lot out of me, and the Tonys are on. Final time/pages recap to follow.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Book Review: Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury (1953)

The premise of Ray Bradbury’s classic homage to books is simple: in the future, it is illegal to own books.  To own them risks seeing your home burned and potentially seeing yourself and/or your loved ones killed.  Knowledge is the enemy—the status quo reins and is pumped into people’s brains through their TV sets.   The novel is contemporary for many obvious reasons, but it’s timeless, too, as it explores how an individual can survive in society and what role education is meant to play.  In an interview for the 50th anniversary edition, Bradbury is clear that the aim of his anger was not politics, but education and entertainment.  In that light, he succeeds in skewering the social maladies reduced, and still reduce, knowledge to pop culture tabloid news.

The novel follows Guy Montag’s journey from fireman to outlaw, from insider to underground.  He burns people’s books until his crew one day happens upon an old lady who refuses to leave her books but instead starts the flame herself.  Her devotion rattles Montag.  He later finds a book, reads some, shares about it, and finds himself quickly on the run from his own fire crew.  On the lam he encounters a terrific entourage of old scholars devoted to keeping knowledge alive.  “I am Plato’s Republic,” one tells him, as each has committed books or portions of books to memory.

They have existential purpose, as the lady did, something that Montag is searching for.  After seeing the lady burned, Montag laments to his wife, Millie, “We really need to be bothered once in a while.  How long has it been since you were really bothered? About something important,about something real?”  Faber, the prophet of the book, tells Montag, “I don’t talk things, sir…I talk the meaning of things. I sit here and know I’m alive.”

Faber puts forth the key idea that books are simply a means to an end, not the end themselves.  This is echoed by the final image of the ragtag group of men at the end who don’t need the actual books to keep what’s important alive and real.  “We’re remembering,” one says.

Beatty plays to the foil to these men. He is a fire captain wrapped up in the legalism of his duty—to eradicate books.  A former reader, he now believes that fire is the solution to “messy” problems created by books or the ideas found in them.  Rather than confront unpleasant truths, it’s easier to simply destroy them.

Among the novel’s rich ironies is the ending.  As the state is hunting for Montag, who has successfully eluded them, they must create their own fiction of his capture to save face.  In the end, they become story-tellers to keep and maintain their strangle-hold on power.

In historical context, Fahrenheit 451 tackles some of the same fears of conformity that The Crucible and The Catcher in the Rye did.  It is appropriate that one is sci-fi, one is drama, and one is hipster in style as each seeks out its own voice during a time when thought was closely policed.  A more contemporary connection can be found in People of the Book by Pulitzer-winner Geraldine Brooks.  Her novel focuses on one book and how it is kept alive over time and place, in ways that transcend east and west, Christian, Jew, and Muslim.  She pulls together some of Bradbury’s ideas in one of my favorite anti-censorship passages when a rabbi pleads with a priest to not burn their holy books:

“So, my good father, you go and write the order to burn that book, as your church requires of you. And I will say nothing to the printing house, as my conscience requires of me. Censura praevia or censura repressive, the effect is the same. Either way, a book is destroyed. Better you do it than have us so intellectually enslaved that we do it for you” (156).

Brooks’ fear is that when an environment of self-censorship exists it’s even worse than censorship coming from the outside.  That’s one reason Bradbury is so hard on the education system in his interview.  He feels there is a lack of courage to teach reading and writing.  His books still stands as a warning about the consequences.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Contests Around the Blogosphere

You can win a complete set of the Clique Summer Collection a couple of places on the web, including at The Book Muncher’s, Bookluver Carol’s, and Shooting Stars Mag.

You can also win a copy of Cyn Balog’s Fairy Tale, a really cool necklace, and a bottle of Twilight Perfume on Brooke Taylor’s blog.

There’s also tons and tons of places where you can win a copy of Sarah Ockler’s Twenty Boy Summer, which I reallyreallyreally want to read! These places include: Pop Culture Junkie, And Another Book Read, Shooting Stars Mag, Bookluver Carol’s, The Book Muncher, Temppatt, and That Teen Can Blog.

Presenting Lenore is giving away copies of Liar, Shiver, and Chasing Fire.

Lauren’s Crammed Bookshelf is giving away a copy of One Lonely Degree by C.K. Kelly Martin.

Shooting Stars Mag is giving away a copy of Entrapment by Michael Spooner.

Summer Reading Blitz is giving away the full set of Diana Peterfreund’s Ivy League series.

Lauren’s Crammed Bookshelf is giving away a copy of A Sweet Disorder.

Hope’s Bookshelf is also giving away a copy of One Lonely Degree, I Know It’s Over, and a mousepad.

The Story Siren is giving away a copy of Crazy Beautiful.

That’s one crapload of contests so you better get entering!

Friday, June 5, 2009

Bounded by Nothingness: Bearing the Weight of <i>Weight</i>

Weight: The Myth of Atlas and Heracles

by

Jeanette Winterson

rating: 5 of 5 stars
Much has been said about the labors of Heracles, but not often is his mental state addressed in the tales. Winterson comically yet seriously addresses the buzzing “thought-wasp” that Heracles very seldom engages, being more inclined to smack himself upside the head until the buzzing ceases, couching this tale within her larger exploration of the internal life of Atlas, he who bears the burden of the world’s (and we discover, his own) weight.

As part of Heracles’ twelve labors, in exchange for his help, Heracles assumes the burden of the world while Atlas fetches three golden fruit from the garden of the Hesperides which, in Winterson’s telling, was Atlas’ own, tended by his daughters, but now gone to seed, save the tree he stewarded for Hera. After Atlas, being of the race of Titans who warred with and lost to the Olympians, was punished by yoking his strength to carry the Earth upon his back, his only other mention is of this encounter with Heracles, played out as if he refuses to resume his burden, but tricked by Heracles into doing so. Passing mention turns Atlas into a fixture, but not a character in the classic tales.

Winterson takes this silent Titan and gives him a glorious internal imagining, exploring her stated themes of boundaries and isolation and freedom and responsibility within the character she develops of Atlas. His punishment becomes a space of rumination; he can hear what happens upon the world, he learns over the long years to differentiate the buzz of a bee from the low of cattle, the strains of song from the vilifying attack. He dwells in isolation, supporting life but never able to cross the boundary and interact.

Enabled by Heracles to be free, Winterson complicates the scenario by engaging Atlas’ deep sense of responsibility – he has carried the Earth for an unfathomable time and not merely let it drop, leading one to wonder why if not for this sense of duty, emphasized perhaps in his pre-punishment devotion to his garden – and while there is an element of trickery involved in Heracles getting Atlas to reshoulder the Earth’s weight, it is left arguable that Atlas was complicit in this. Heracles may be portrayed as crafty, but Atlas has the wisdom of long meditation; he knew what he was about. A silent isolation for Atlas commences after this time, bounded by the disappearance of his familial gods, leaving him to ossify and calcify under the weight of the Earth, his mind kept contained within the duty his body performs.

“Then the dog came.” With this seemingly benign yet heraldic utterance Winterson brings us to 1957 and a little dog named Laika shot into space by Russia. Atlas frees Laika from her little pod, saving her from the needle that would end her life, and she in turn saves Atlas from hardening into nothingness – a state he has previously longed for, yet which can never be regained. And then he has the thought that took milennia to come to him: why not put the Earth down?

Within this mythic retelling, this central question constantly buzzes in the background; why not just put it down? Why not release the boundaries? By what are we really bounded? Or whom? Winterson revitalizes this tale of Atlas and Heracles, contrasting the strengths and weaknesses of both, pulling from a little space-born pod a reason to dwell upon how we ourselves invoke our own limits.

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Thursday, June 4, 2009

First Law Trilogy by Jon Abercrombie

I guess this is a good news, bad news situation.

The good news is this is well-written high fantasy.  It’s a self-contained trilogy (only in fantasy would a story spread over three books earn the label self-contained) that moves its story across vasts distances and many viewpoint characters without ever losing control of its narrative.  The story is interesting, and even better, the story seems like it is really about something more than just a good story.  More on this in a moment.

Before I get to that, though, I should note that while reading The Blade Itself I figured this was high fantasy written with an eye for avoiding the “usual” glorification of combat and authoritarianism.  I put usual in scare quotes there because is it really that common any more?  I am not widely read enough to know whether we have hit the critical point after which the majority of fantasy stories are not in fact poor Tolkien imitations that mindlessly trumpet poorly understood midevalism, but if I had to guess I’d think we actually hit that point quite a while ago.

In any case, in the first book I noticed that although there are characters from every walk of life, it seemed that the band of crusty veteran warriors from the wartorn north were the ones the author was really interested in.  I thought maybe he really wanted to be writing a grunts-eye view book but felt obligated to throw in the usual tropes.   That guess turned out to be incorrect.  By the time I got into Before They Are Hanged, I realized this was not really a realistic fantasy with some high fantasy tropes, it was a point-for-point anti-high fantasy.  Every trope was introduced so it could be subverted later.  This is somewhat more rare but someone reading this site has likely read at least one other example of it, Thomas Covenant perhaps.  By setting up high fantasy cliches and then deconstructing them, at first there’s a nice unpredictability to the narrative.  However, by Last Argument of Kings, I realized that deconstruction was the entire point of the novel and that every single narrative strand would be tuned for this purpose, so the final book was extremely predictable.

This brings to me the bad news, at least for me.  I very much want to read books that have something to say, but in this case I hated the underlying message of the narrative.  Hated it.  Beyond the negation of fantasy stereotypes was something more subtle that I found genuinely distasteful.  In this trilogy’s world, those in power use their power for their own gain and nothing else.  If they espouse an ideology, they are manipulating people.  Anyone who buys into an ideology is a rube who is being manipulated by the powerful.  Yes, there are a couple people in power who are motivated by a desire to live up to some sort of ideals, but these are just dangerous rubes, for they are nevertheless being manipulated by the Nietzschean ubermensch who crafted the ideology.

I feel like this outlook isn’t just wrong, it’s dangerously wrong.  It’s true that a quick survey of history will locate plenty of politicians and other leaders who have cynically used ideology for their own gain.  Yet just as frequently, maybe even more frequently, I think you’ll find leaders who genuinely believed what they preached, and being sincere were far more persuasive and therefore dangerous.  Isn’t the lesson of the twentieth century that idealism is the poison that results in irrational actors leading states into self-destruction?

However, I won’t penalize the trilogy just because I disagree with it.  It was genuinely thought provoking, and that’s more than I can say for a lot of what I read.  Now that Jon Abercrombie has gotten this out of his system I’m hoping he will write something more to my tastes.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

New Spring

New Spring (in Legends)

New Spring by Robert Jordan

Tor, 2nd mass-market printing, 2000

149 pages

Genre: fantasy

Summary: A prequel to The Eye of the World, New Spring finds Moiraine Damodred freshly raised to the shawl, and traveling the Borderlands in search of boys born on Dragonmount during the last battle of the Aiel War. If she finds him, she will have found the Dragon reborn, prosephied savior and destroyer of the world. But other Aes Sedai are also in the Borderlands, and some of them may be Black Ajah, and trying to find–and kill–the Dragon Reborn in his infancy. There she meets with a al’Lan Mandragoran, a diademed battle lord and King of the lost land of Malkier. As politics swirl about them both, the two must decide how best to fight the Shadow and preserve the world.

New Spring is one novella in Legends (ed. Robert Silverberg); I’ve never read the others, and picked up the book solely for New Spring. Though this was my second time reading it, it was almost like reading something new, for the first time I read it was quite hurriedly in a Borders or Barnes & Noble in Iowa, while my then-boyfriend looked at Noam Chomsky and Gore Vidal books. Ah, college. As a consequence, I was far less familiar with it than with the rest of the Wheel of Time books (WoT, for future reference).

Though there is some interesting information on the cultures of the Borderlands, and more details on the events leading up to the series proper, New Spring is only recommended for the most avid fans. It is not the finest addition to the already turgid WoT series, for Jordan’s best work, world-building, is done in the series proper. The comparative brevity of New Spring emphasizes his overblown prose and weakly developed characters. Also irritating is the heavy reliance on blatant exposition throughout the story, making the resolution seem feeble. Completely unnecessary.

Cover: Cluttered with a bunch of names in silver on a black backgorund. Features a tiny, inset illustration by Darrell K. Sweet, who does the notoriously bad WoT covers.

Unwillingly, his eyes followed her gesture to a flat, lacquered box on a small table beside the door. Lifting the hinged lid took as much effort as lifting a boulder. Coiled inside lay a long cord woven of hair. He could recall every moment of the morning after their first night, when she took him to the women’s quarters of the Royal Palace in Fal Moran and let ladies and servants watch as she cut his hair at his shoulders. She even told them what it signified. The women had all been amused, making jokes as he sat at Edeyn’s feet to weave the daori for her. Edeyn kept custom, but in her own way. The hair felt soft and supple; she must have had it rubbed with lotions every day.

29 May – 30 May

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Book Review of The Cure For a Troubled Heart by Ron Mehl

Book Review of The Cure for A Broken Heart: Meditations on Psalm 37 by Ron Mehl

Rating: 10 out of 10

An assignment for a class I am taking at BBC calls for me to write a research paper on the Psalm of my choice. While I’ve read the Psalms several times over, I must admit that I was at a loss over what Psalm to choose. That’s when Stefanie informed me, rather quickly, that her favorite Psalm was Psalm 37. As I began looking for sources, I found this little book on Amazon for only 70 cents (used). I had never heard of the author, Ron Mehl, but the reviews were positive and the price was right.

I can list on one hand the authors that I have truly felt blessed to read. A few names come to mind; Dallas Willard, Mike Yaconelli, and David Jeremiah all have touched me in a way other writers haven’t. I can now add Ron Mehl to the list. As you read his words, you can actually sense the closeness of Mehl’s relationship with God. It is hard to explain, but having read his book, I actually felt closer to God myself. Stefanie compared it to the feeling she got when reading The Imitation of Christ.

The beauty of this book is its simplicity. Written for anyone to understand, each chapter begins with a verse of two from Psalm 37. The author then offers reflections from his life, experience, and other Scripture to drive home the powerful nessage of the Psalm. The focus of this book is not on Theology or doctrine, but rather on Jesus Christ. It is a humble effort by a humble author.

If I have any complaint at all, it is that the book is too short. Mehl could of held my attention for another 100 pages easily. I am sure that this is a title I will go back to time and time again. I highly recommend it for anyone who wants insight into Psalm 37 or, as the title suggests, anyone who has a troubled heart.



Monday, June 1, 2009

Jesus, Interrupted Review

Bart Ehrman is all the rage these days.  His book, Misquoting Jesus, was immensely popular, earning him the status of being a household name.  He’s been on tons of press spots; heck, he even got interviewed by the distinguished journalist Steven Colbert.:)  With his followup, Jesus, Interrupted, Ehrman continues the same line of claims he began with Misquoting Jesus.  As a result of his writings, countless people who at one point claimed to follow Jesus abandoned their faith, as Ehrman “obviously” proved that the Bible was an unreliable document, and if the document is unreliable, the faith it speaks of must be unreliable as well, right?

 

Bart Ehrman is a competent scholar.  I think that’s what really baffles me about his writing.  No, I’m not saying what he is writing is dumb at all.  He’s obviously brilliant and has some good points to make.  The problem is, his generalizations and many of his one-sided assertions don’t mesh with a scholar of his caliber.  

 

Let me give you an example.  Ehrman says, “Most of the books of the New Testament go under the names of people who didn’t actually write them.  This has been well known among scholars for the greater part of the past century, and it is taught widely in mainline seminaries and divinity schools throughout the country.  As a result, most pastors know it as well.  But for many people on the street and in the pews, this is ‘news’.” (p.112)  The problem lies in his sweeping generalization that this is taught widely and that most pastors know this as well. In reality, he is talking about liberal scholarship.  Conservative scholars rise up to stand against his claims.  Ehrman makes it sound like all of academia (in the Christian world, at least), believes this.  In truth, many liberal scholars do while most do not.  To further the point, many books in the New Testament were NOT written by the person we traditionally associate authorship with.  News to you?  Yes, many letters were written down by what was called an amanuensis, a person who essentially took dictation down from the author.  So, in Galatians, it’s most likely Paul did not physically write the letter.  But, he did speak it, and his amanuensis wrote it.  Paul signed off on the writing, however, saying “See what large letters I write with my own hand!”  This doesn’t mean Paul wasn’t the author- it just means that as was typical of the day, he dictated it to someone else who wrote it down.  Paul likely read and approved the final copy as authentic.

 

Ehrman likes to speak about contradictions in the text.  The truth is, the contradictions he speaks about are there.  He says, “When students are first introduced to the historical, as opposed to a devotional, study of the Bible, one of the first things they are forced to grapple with is that the biblical text… is chock full of discrepancies, many of them irreconcilable.” (p.19)  He goes on to discuss discrepancies between stories contained in the gospels.  Ehrman fails to really capture the opposite view that each of these gospels are written from starkly different viewpoints, written to vastly different audiences.  Finally, the Bible nowhere claims to be a historical document.  God allowed things to be written through the eyes of the respective writer, and it’s natural that perspectives are different.  There are no theological discrepancies.  Sure, one gospel may contain a glimpse of a story (the crucifixion, for example) that seemingly has contradicting accounts (did Jesus cry out to His father and seem fearful of the cross or was He calm and collected?).  But reconciling these against the theological message of the Scripture is not a problem at all.  One must remember genre when discussing the Bible, as well.

 

A favorite topic of Ehrman comes regarding variants between Greek manuscripts.  Many scholars and critics use big numbers in an effort to make a point.  Sure, the NT has over 100,000 words, and 300,000 variants.  What liberal scholars fail to point out is that most variants are as simple as inverting the words Jesus Christ for Christ Jesus, or putting the letter n at the end of the word rather than in the word (the variable nu).  No cardinal doctrine is affected by this.  Another topic is copyist errors.  Ehrman claims that copyist errors throughout the centuries have led to an unreliable manuscript.  He also claims that the documents we have came hundreds of years after the original writing.  Again, in a case of selective presentation, he fails to mention that the earliest extant manuscripts have been traced back to 125AD, a generation from their writing.  No other ancient literature can boast anywhere near this claim.  What he has done is give stats that at first glance cause everyone to say, “Holy Cow!” without qualifying them (which would greatly reduce the shock value).

 

What bothers me is that his attempt to bring “what the scholars know” to the laypeople who this supposed truth is kept from doesn’t present all the information, leading good people who trust the Word of God to doubt their Holy book and the Christ it speaks of.  I enjoy when good scholars present their view but clearly state other views as well.  Ehrman writes matter-of-factly (and why shouldn’t he, it’s his book?) about heavy topics that are by no means “settled” in the academic community.  Textual Criticism has operated within ebbs and flows for the last two centuries, and competent scholars on both sides of the issues produce excellent scholarship.  But to present things as if they are widely accepted without giving the inverse argument is a scary place to be if I’m a scholar like Ehrman.  It undermines his credibility and causes deep doubt to set in the hearts of many people unnecessarily.   I’d encourage you to read Ben Witherington, Dan Wallace, Scot McKnight, and other competent scholars to see their take on the same viewpoints.  They frequently bring both sides of the issue into their writings.  Ehrman has a nasty habit of making his and other liberal scholars’ beliefs the norm.  

 

Here are three important takeaways I’d ask readers to think on.

  • First, I think Ehrman is absolutely correct that pastors have not done a good job conveying some of the concepts he speaks of (NT manuscripts, controversies, etc).  I personally believe a healthy discussion about how we got our bible could do a lot of people good in the church today.  It’s important that as followers of Jesus, we have open and honest discussion about important issues like this, and people learn the history of the faith they engage in. 
  • Second, I think it’s important for people to read from people who disagree with their beliefs.  Despite arriving at different conclusions than I have, I appreciate Ehrman’s contributions to the field of study.  He’s right- we need to talk about these issues.  They ARE important.  We shouldn’t shy away from them. 
  • Finally, if you’re a pastor and you checked your brain at the door when you graduated bible school or seminary and your only reading today is popular how-to methods books, you NEED to read books about the Bible.  I can’t say that strongly enough.  The field of study didn’t stop when you left school.  It moves on.  People in your church are reading Ehrman and John Shelby Spong’s books, and they are filled with doubt, some eventually leaving the church and their faith altogether.  Don’t be ignorant of some things that are being discussed right under your nose.  I have a rule of thumb- I try to read a balance of 50% of books about the Bible/Bible-related and 50% about other subjects (practice, etc).  That’s why I read books like this one.  I want to know the current issues.  I want to learn what new discoveries have been made.  I want to keep my mind sharp.  When was the last time you looked at a commentary other than to pull a quote for a sermon?  When was the last time you thought about  how this book or that book arrived at it’s present state?  Dig!

 

Ultimately, I think Ehrman did genuinely follow Jesus as a young man.  I think his brilliant mind was afforded the opportunity to study with the best of the best (Dr. Bruce Metzger).  I don’t think the academics really were the reason he chose to go this other path.  I believe he began to wrestle with the problem of suffering (how does a good God allow suffering), and his bright intellect ate at him and overwhelmed his faculties, and once he crossed the line of doubt, his intellect kicked in yet again and took him down this path.  I understand that.  I know it’s a tough issue, and I admit I don’t fully understand it as well (although I can give you a nice textbook answer).  I think Erhman’s faith unraveled over this fact, and his academic mind began to see things in another light.  In short, God just doesn’t tell us everything.  We have to trust in Him and ask Him for truth.  Ehrman believes he found the truth, and is now an agnostic.  Jesus said “you shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free.”  I believe the truth Ehrman believes he has found has taken him down a defensive path of un-freedom.  I pray that his heart meets up with the Creator of all truth once again.