All posts by Lars Walker

The Woods, by Harlan Coben

Paul Copeland, the hero of The Woods, is a county prosecutor in New Jersey. He is currently handling a case which looks very reminiscent of the Duke lacrosse team rape case a few years back (but which, he insists in his Afterword, is in no way connected. He came up with the idea before the Duke case happened. Such things do occur).

Paul has had a rough time in life. He’s the son of Russian immigrants who suffered greatly under Soviet rule. His father died recently. His wife died of cancer a few years ago. His mother disappeared years back, and never made contact again.

But worst of all was what happened one terrible night twenty years ago. He was a camp counselor, charged with security that night, but he went off with his girlfriend to make out instead. While they were having sex, four campers were murdered, though only two bodies were ever found in the deep woods. One of the missing was his own sister. Continue reading The Woods, by Harlan Coben →

Long, disjointed post on many subjects

Some nights I can’t think what to write. Other nights I have to make a list to be sure I don’t forget anything.

First of all, for those of you interested in Things Norwegian, a new blog has been begun by Bård Titlestad of Saga Publishers. He’s the son of Prof. Torgrim Titlestad, author of Viking Norway, which I reviewed here. The blog is devoted to Norwegian-American issues. Which is perfect timing, as I just declared Norwegian-American culture dead, dead, dead a few days ago.

Well, I could be wrong.



Secondly,
thanks to our friend Loren Eaton for his flattering review of The Year of the Warrior over at I Saw Lighting Fall.

In a related matter, a friend over at Facebook told me that new copies of TYOTW are selling for $40 over at Amazon.com. I turned aside to see this marvel, and found that the forty buck copy was the cheap one. Some entrepreneur is offering it at the optimistic price of $104.00. Continue reading Long, disjointed post on many subjects →

In the Facebook of adversity

Scott Lamb at World Magazine Blog commemorates the 25th anniversary of the death of Francis Schaeffer today.

Sunday is Syttende Mai, the Norwegian Constitution Day holiday. I was sure you’d want to know about that.



I’m thinking about Facebook today.
I joined the online social networking community with some dread (anything with the word “social” in it, from “socialism” to “social disease,” scares me), but I’ve been gratified by the number of people interested in being my “friends” on Facebook. Several of them have been students at our Bible school, which is frankly incomprehensible. I’ve never spoken to most of these students, and the ones I have spoken to I’ve usually just told to take their cell phones out of the library. Yet they’re interested, and they join my Facebook group. I can only assume that they’re sadder and lonelier people than I ever dreamed, and I should have been kinder to them. (That’s a JOKE! A JOKE!)

What’s the deal with Facebook groups, anyway? I’ve been involved in forums before. When I was on AOL, I participated in several discussion groups about Norway, Vikings, C. S. Lewis, and the Avengers. We had vibrant (and sometimes nasty) discussions. I’ve been involved with a Viking reenactors’ discussion board, elsewhere from Facebook, for years now. It ebbs and flows, but the posts keep coming, and sometimes it’s hot and heavy.

But Facebook groups just sit there. People join—some have hundreds or thousands of members—but in all the groups I’m involved with, the members seem to feel that they’ve “voted” by joining, and that’s the end of their obligation. One of the most active groups I’ve joined, oddly, is the Avoidant Personality Disorder group, which is populated solely by people pursuing a lifestyle in emulation of Harpo Marx.

I’m one of the most verbal and outgoing members of two or three groups I belong to. That’s just wrong.

Plan your trip ahead of time!

I can’t seem to do a direct link, but if you go to my author’s site, and scroll down to “Latest Additions and Updates,” you can download a .pdf of the map that will appear at the beginning of West Oversea.

If there’s *no* God, how do you account for evil?

Novelist and neocon Roger L. Simon hasn’t started believing in God again, after a lifetime of atheism.

He’s just beginning to have some doubts.

The doubts rise, not from an experience of God, but from a confrontation with Evil. He writes of his experience at the Durban II conference:

Well, just as there are no atheists in foxholes, maybe no one is an atheist when confronted with what he finally acknowledges to be Evil. If there is Evil, there must be Good, no? And some force governing this game, something that, well, looks over it.

I know I am being irrational here, so I will stop. Being in the presence of Ahmadinejad’s evil, fleeting and haltingly put me in the presence of something else.

Tip: Gene Edward Veith at Cranach.

Flag at half mast

Publishing update: Looks like the new book will actually be released sometime around May 22.



On Monday, I replaced my desk flag.

It must have been late in 1968, my first semester at Waldorf College, Forest City, Iowa, when I bought a miniature Norwegian flag on a stand-up base for my dorm room desk. It’s been with me ever since, in several states, and in several states of being. But only recently I noticed that, in addition to being kind of limp and faded, it had actually started to show holes, produced not by any kind of friction, but just by the aging of the fabric (nylon, I think).

So I sent away to Ingebretsen’s Scandinavian Shop for a replacement. And I had to discard the old flag.

This makes me sad. Continue reading Flag at half mast →

“A Defense of Quiet Loners”

From the American Spectator Online:

On the other hand, I could come up with hundreds or thousands of homicidal maniacs who were anything but quiet and who seldom kept to themselves. Jesse James was rowdy. Charlie Manson charismatic. Al Capone a celebrity. I remember reading Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood. Of the two killers in that book, only one (Perry Smith) might be called moody or somewhat introverted. The other, Dick Hickock, was a high-living, woman-loving rambler. Few homicidal maniacs were creepier than John Wayne Gacy, and yet here is how Gacy is described by his biographer Martin Gilman Wolcott: “John Wayne Gacy was never a loner, never someone who kept a low profile and lived a secluded, quiet life.”

About time somebody said it.

If you like e-books

I should probably be more embarrassed than I am to realize that all my books from Baen have been available as e-books from the git-go, and remain available here.

You have to pay for The Year of the Warrior and Blood and Judgment. Wolf Time you can get free.

Phil, can we make this a permanent link over on the right?



(Thanks to Ori Pomerantz for bringing this to my attention.)

Odd Hours, by Dean Koontz

What could be better than a new Odd Thomas book in paperback?

I’ve said before that I consider Dean Koontz less than an ideal author in the technical sense. His word choices are sometimes poor, and he’s not always as funny as he thinks he is.

On the other hand, he continues to improve as he works. And as he’s found his voice and theme as an author, his books have become—taken as a whole—sources of joy; almost means of grace.

Technically, Koontz is a horror writer. But the average horror writer explores the mystery of evil. Koontz has taken on a much more difficult task, exploring the mystery of goodness. Anyone who’s ever tried to create a good character that is neither a prig nor a wuss understands how brilliant Koontz’s achievement has been, the creation of innumerable characters who are good without being insufferable.

Chief among these is Odd Thomas, almost his only continuing character.

Odd Hours is the fourth Odd Thomas novel, and is just as good as the others. Continue reading Odd Hours, by Dean Koontz →