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Let’s have another cup of coffee, and let’s have another piece of Pietism

parents and their son praying

Another good day writing, thank you for asking. It was more “one step at a time” composition, finding myself often in the situation where I had no idea what the characters would be doing next. So I asked myself, “Well, what’s the emotional reaction? How does the other person respond? Do they stand up or sit down, or just scratch themselves?” And one thing led to another, and I ended up putting down 1,500 words, and ended with a line that (it seemed to me) not only capped the last scene perfectly, but opened up possibilities for later plot points.



Ori asked about my statements on Pietism and legalism
on Monday. I’ve actually written about this before, but I’m pretty sure it was back on the old blog site, so I’ll try to re-cap the thing again here.

One element of social change that strongly affected the tumultuous 18th and 19th Centuries was the rise of Pietism. It’s difficult for us, with the preconceptions we’ve absorbed all our lives, to understand what profound changes Pietism wrought. Continue reading Let’s have another cup of coffee, and let’s have another piece of Pietism →

Notes from a writer’s journal

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Yesterday was my first day of a week of stay-cation, devoted to getting more sleep, and doing more writing, than customary for me.

The sleep hasn’t been bad, but I’m pleased to say that the writing’s already been beyond my expectations.

Here’s the situation.

I’ve been worrying a particular story concept for quite a few years now. I had a basic idea—transfer the traditional hard-boiled detective story from a modern city (such as New York) to the Viking Age and an early medieval town (specifically, old York in England, which was a Viking town for some time). The mystery would have fantasy elements, because that’s the sort of thing I write.

But whatever I did with it, I couldn’t seem to make it come alive. I don’t know how many starts I’ve made on the thing, but they all lost momentum and rolled to a slow stop. Continue reading Notes from a writer’s journal →

Weekend report, pan-Scandinavian edition

Sunday was the biennial (I just realized I’ve finally figured out when to use “biennial” and when to use “semiannual.” Unless, of course, I’m mistaken) Walker Family Reunion.

This year’s big innovation was a family worship service, in the Old Stone Church which I’ve written about before here. In a way this wasn’t entirely appropriate, since the Walkers moved to Kenyon after the new building in town had been built, so we never worshiped in the O.S.C. But I was happy to cooperate anyway, because I just love doing anything in that historic pioneer building.

My brother and a cousin of my dad’s, both pastors, did the sermons. My job was to lead the service. It was a bit of a “dog’s breakfast,” as the English say, because I didn’t have the opportunity to coordinate beforehand with the people doing the music (guitar, harp and violin. The violin would have scandalized the people who built the church. To them, the fiddle was “the devil’s tool”). But we got through it, and everyone seemed to have enjoyed it. Continue reading Weekend report, pan-Scandinavian edition →

Too long a fellow, or not long enough?

“TBartel” over at Evangelical Outpost writes about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, meditating on the whole modern problem of “what is poetry?” (A question that would never have occurred to our ancestors.)

Rhyming couplets, simple diction, and a heart-warming ending: it is for these qualities that Longfellow is lately maligned. Yet it is for these same qualities that Longfellow was once loved. In the mid-19th century, Eliot’s and Pound’s modernism had not yet marginalized formal, accessible poetry, and the American public had no conception, as our century does, that well made poetry must be obscure and difficult. Thousands bought and loved Longfellow’s lyrical, accessible poetry, so much so that halfway through his 50 year career, he was able to retire from teaching to live off money from book sales. Hiawatha was the bestselling book of poetry of the 19th century, not only in America, but in Europe as well.

To the list of TBartel’s recommendations, I would add Tales of a Wayside Inn. It includes Longfellow’s retelling of the saga of Olaf Trygvesson. This was actually my own first introduction to the saga material.

Villains, the early years

My link concerning idioms earlier today set me thinking about the evolution of language. I read, years back, a marvelous essay by C. S. Lewis’ friend Owen Barfield, in which he demonstrated the process (he was bold enough to call it “incarnation”) by which words which originally had concrete, mundane meanings gradually changed to express more abstract ideas.

For instance, a search of my etymological dictionary tells me that our word “hope” goes back to an old Germanic word which we’ve preserved in English—“hop.” One hops in order to elevate one’s body. We might hop in order reach an apple that hangs on a branch a little out of our reach. We might also hop to get a look at someone coming down a road, to see if they’re the person we’re expecting. In either case we might say, “I desire this so much that I’m hopping up and down in expectation.” Gradually, “hop” developed the auxiliary meaning of “looking forward to.” It was distinguished from the old word by adding an “e,” and we now had a very useful word for a state of mind.

One that’s always amused me was “villain.” I suspect that for most of us, the first picture we get when we hear, “villain,” is of a black-garbed, oily type with a handlebar mustache and a top hat. Snidely Whiplash, the cliché bad guy from a melodrama.

But the English word actually goes back to the Middle French villein, which means “someone who lives in a country village.”

How did it come to mean a person of evil character?

I hate to agree with Marx on anything, but it goes back to class.

In the Middle Ages, it was taken for granted that people of the upper classes were morally superior to the lower classes. Think how many of our positive descriptions come out of this system—“noble,” “gentleman,” “chivalrous.” All those words originally meant “someone of the upper classes.”

None of these people lived in villages. Villages were where peasants and serfs lived. Peasants weren’t “our kind of people.” They were shiftless, they stole things, and they lied about it when caught. So when the baron said to the esquire, “You, sir, are a villein!” he was insulting him.

As time passed and our social views became more enlightened, the class meaning of the word was lost, but the moral meaning persisted.

Just think of a modern liberal describing somebody who lives in the Midwest. You get the idea.

I’m surrounded by idioms!

I may be trying to seize the moon by the teeth, but I’m not hanging noodles on your ears when I say that language idioms are more important than anybody ever thought.

This article from The Guardian discusses what is being learned about idiomatic expressions (like “kicked the bucket,” or “pulling your leg”), and how language scholars are being forced to reevaluate their assumptions on the basis of idiom studies.

Chomsky’s view of language evolution, based on his word-centric, rule-driven generative grammar model of language can’t explain some of the observable properties of idiom use. The specifics get quite technical (it is all about compositionality, what is held in memory and how sentences are constructed). However they aren’t too important, the main point is that idioms and other stock expressions aren’t peripheral language oddities – they are central to how we communicate.

Well, we never miss a chance to rag on (“ragging on” is another idiom) Noam Chomsky whenever we can.

But really, when you think of it, isn’t most of language essentially idiomatic? Except for words like “splash” or “thud,” which sound like the things they describe, most words in every language are pretty arbitrary, it seems to me. So idioms are just ordinary language, dressed up in a clown suit.

Tip: Mirabilis.

Budd Schulberg, 1914-2009

Premiere Of Brando At The 2007 Tribeca Film Festival

I’m hearing a lot this afternoon about the death of film director John Hughes. I have no objection to that (although I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen any of his films myself) but I think the really big story should be the passing of novelist and screenwriter Budd Schulberg, who gave us the classic “On the Waterfront.”

“On the Waterfront” is such a great movie that even Hollywood, which never really forgave Schulberg for naming names to the House Unamerican Activities Committee, has to respect it. It’s the kind of movie that couldn’t be made today. A union looks bad. A Christian priest is a hero.

It’s amazing to me to read, on the Wikipedia page, that Schulberg worked with F. Scott Fitzgerald on a screenplay. He turned that strange experience into a novel.

Naturally affected by the experience of helping to liberate Nazi concentration camps in World War II, he was a Communist for a while, but left the party when it tried to tell him what to put in his movie, “What Makes Sammy Run?” He cooperated with the HUAC, earning him many enemies in the business.

And he did a lot of other big stuff. It was quite a life.

“Banned Books Week,” episode 743

I hesitate to call Dennis Ingolfsland, of The Recliner Commentaries, a “fellow librarian,” since he’s the real thing and I’m an on-the-job-trained poseur. But I know enough to recommend this piece about the American Library Association’s “Banned Books Week.”

The fact is that there are no banned books in America. Maybe I missed it but I don’t recall seeing any articles in the Library Journal or American Libraries protesting that other religion and those other countries which really do ban books.

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The secret history of Times Roman?

Do typeface fonts fascinate you the way they do me? Then you’ll enjoy this story from the Financial Times about a HUGE controversy raging now in the typesetting world. Typography expert Mike Parker is promoting a theory that the venerable Times New Roman font was not invented by the man traditional given credit for it. Instead, he contends, it was stolen from the forgotten work of an American naval and aeronautical designer.

…After a lifetime spent in typography, Parker was well aware of the controversy he was getting involved in: typography may present a genteel exterior, but it’s an art form punctuated by bitter rivalries and rampant plagiarism.

The case that Parker makes about the real origins of Times New Roman stands on narrow foundations. The sole piece of surviving evidence for his version of history is a brass pattern plate bearing a large capital letter B. He holds the plate up to show the familiar form of the letter, its characteristic curves and serifs. The point, he says, is that such pattern plates represent a technology that was not used after 1915. The creation of Times New Roman was announced in 1932.

I myself have strong feelings about fonts. In general, I don’t like sans serif fonts (the ones without little tails). My favorite fonts are those in which the capital “J” extends below the baseline.

Tip: Mirabilis.

Selling books

West Oversea

Today, like so many days, was about West Oversea (pictured above, in case you’ve forgotten what the cover looks like).

Our friend Dale Nelson (who is a gentleman and a scholar) posted the first reader review at Amazon.com today. With typical understatement, he compares my work favorably to that of Robert E. Howard and John Buchan. (My publisher tells me, by the way, that the book will soon be available directly on Amazon through their Advantage program. And Christianbook.com says they’ll have it in stock beginning mid-September).

I ordered a dozen copies for our campus bookstore a little while back, and today I sold out the last of them (I then ordered more). I’d already sold a few, but we’re running our annual Summer Institute of Theology just now, and Dr. John Eidsmoe, who wrote a blurb for me, is one of the instructors. He recommended the book to his class, with immediate retail results.

The fellow I talked to at Nordskog, when I called to re-order, told me they’ve been pleased by the “buzz” we’ve gotten on the blogs, and that they’ve had several orders as a result of them. So thanks particularly to our blogging friends.