Do You Give Bigfoot His Might?

Jared Wilson enthuses over the mysteries of God and his creation by hoping Bigfoot exists and isn’t found.

I like that God keeps some things just to himself. It reminds me that he’s God and I’m not. It reminds me that this world he’s created is revealing his glory, not mine. This is part of the reason, I suppose, that when God responds to Job’s inquiries with an epic journey up the dizzying heights of divine sovereignty, he includes some stuff about sea monsters.

The thick of the forest

 

What is among those trees, glorifying the Lord in short, unobserved lives?

‘Spellbound,’ and ‘Warbound,’ by Larry Correia

More than a year ago I reviewed Larry Correia’s fantasy novel, Hard Magic, set in the 1930s in an alternate world where real magicians have appeared in the human population, making the world rather different than the one we know. Germany was defeated magically in World War I, and has ceased to be a serious power; Berlin is a quarantined dead city, full of zombies. Japan decisively defeated Russia in the Russo-Japanese War, and is now the dominant power in the east, under the rule of a ruthless magician.

Meanwhile in the USA, there’s controversy over how magicians (called “Actives”) ought to be treated. There’s a strong movement to round them up and mobilize them for government purposes. In Hard Magic we met the Grimnoir Knights, an international organization of benevolent Actives, devoted to fighting the evil Japanese Imperium, but forced to work underground due to public hostility.

The central characters in the trilogy are two recently recruited Knights. One is Jake Sullivan, a Heavy (he can manipulate gravity) who has proved to be unusually intelligent and is emerging as the effective fighting leader of the Grimnoir. The other is Faye Vierra, a poor “Okie” girl whose gift is Traveling (teleportation). At the end of Hard Magic, it began to be clear that she is perhaps the most powerful Active in the world. And not everyone’s happy about that, because the last time someone like her showed up, it didn’t turn out well.

Spellbound, the next book in the series, involves the arrest of a couple of the Grimnoir leaders by a secretive government agency, and a plot to commit an act of terrorism in Washington, DC, and to blame it on the Grimnoir. An unlikely ally appears in the form of a Japanese Iron Guard, a highly disciplined and arrogant fighter who has come to realize that the Imperium has fallen under the control of evil forces (it’s an interesting complexity in these stories that the main enemy, the Japanese Imperium, exists for the purpose of fighting a cosmic evil even worse than itself).

Warbound, the third novel, involves a journey by Faye into dead Berlin (where she learns things about her own power that terrify her), and a couple of suicide missions (by airship) by Jake and his knights to secure a lost weapon and to use it to prevent a Cthulhu-like evil from outer space from turning the power of the Imperium against human life itself.

Lots of fun. Interesting characters, and pretty good values (author Correia is a Mormon). There’s some mild rough language, and off-stage sex, but nothing very offensive by contemporary standards. I enjoyed the books and recommend them.

10 Ways South Dakota Is Worse than Mars

South Dakota may already be on your Top 50 list of American states you want to visit, but the state’s tourism czar hopes to bump up your expectations by comparing the Mount Rushmore State to Mars–not the maker of little chocolate candies that melt in your mouth instead of your neighbor’s thieving hand, but the red planet, the fourth rock from the sun. “Why die on Mars,” they ask, “when you can live in South Dakota?”

Why? We’ll tell you why.

1. Mars Has Little Snow

Mars is a cold planet with way more carbon-dioxide than South Dakota, and it does have some snow, but it keeps its snowfall in carefully drawn boundaries around the polar caps. Does it fall on the streets and villages of Mars, clogging traffic on Martian highways? Not on your life.

Martian Polar Cap
Mars keeps its snow in neat areas, out of trouble. (Source: NASA)

On the other hand, South Dakota lets the snow fall all over the place—on cars, on vacationing skiers, and even on grade-school children trying to get a bit of work done outdoors. In the city of Lead, the average annual snowfall is almost 200 inches. That’s over 16 feet! You won’t see that on Mars.

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The Optimism of Phineas and Ferb

Disney’s Phineas and Ferb is a terrific cartoon and tonight it will air its final show. Luke Harrington eulogizes it. “Don’t waste your time. The day is a gift. Create something. It’s such a wide-eyed and pure message that it almost feels out of place in contemporary animation, and I can’t help but think that might be part of why it took co-creators Dan Povenmire and Jeff “Swampy” Marsh the better part of 16 years to sell a studio on the concept.”

Phineas and Ferb could never be more relevant

If they could think it, they could do it, and everything turned to gold in their hands. Summer belonged to them as their creative domain. Luke sees their almost endless hope as good material for hoping in Christ.

Technology Is For the Family

The Magic Kingdom - Carousel of Progress

Matthew Murphy paid attention the last time he rode Disney’s Carousel of Progress, and he noticed something more than the air-conditioning.

“I learned from the ride that Mr. Disney did admire technological progress, but not exclusively. In fact Mr. Disney thought that technology could make life better for the family. . . . He hoped technology would improve family life, not destroy it, and his company sought to strike that balance between technological progress and the institutions that define humanity.”

W.B. Yeats at 150

Yeats Memorial

June 13 will mark the 150th anniversary of the birth of William Bulter Yeats.

“a tale that she
Told of a harsh reproof, or trivial event
That changed some childish day to tragedy”

The Irish Times has several articles and personal reflections to commemorate the day. They say he published with them, being “a prolific journalist, contributing to dozens of newspapers, magazines and periodicals on matters of both politics and poetry, although for the budding writer the two were indivisible. The young idealist may have had loftier aspirations than the industry he later decried as ‘jeering, tittering, emptiness,’ but it was a good and important beginning for him: a way to augment his meagre living and increase his profile for his poetry.”

“And thinking of that fit of grief or rage
I look upon one child or t’other there
And wonder if she stood so at that age—
For even daughters of the swan can share
Something of every paddler’s heritage—”

In Defense of Prose

John Updike said, “Nabokov writes prose the way it should be written: enthusiastically.”

Nigerian author Chigozie Obioma runs with this idea in his essay on colorful writing:

Paul West noted in his essay, “In Praise of Purple Prose,” written around the heyday of minimalism in 1985, that the “minimalist vogue depends on the premise that only an almost invisible style can be sincere, honest, moving, sensitive and so forth, whereas prose that draws attention to itself by being revved up, ample, intense, incandescent or flamboyant turns its back on something almost holy — the human bond with ordinariness.” This rationale, I dare say, misunderstands what art is and what art is meant to do. The essential work of art is to magnify the ordinary, to make that which is banal glorious through artistic exploration. Thus, fiction must be different from reportage; painting from photography. And this difference should be reflected in the language of the work — in its deliberate constructiveness, its measured adornment of thought, and in the arrangement of representative images, so that the fiction about a known world becomes an elevated vision of that world.

He argues that the most remembered and loved novels are those with beautiful, even audacious, prose.

I remember James Joyce using prose purposefully in A Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man. His flowery language swelled with his theme, drawing attention to select passages in the story.

“It is not, however,,” Obioma explains, “that the ‘less is more’ nugget is wrong, it is that it makes a blanket pronouncement on any writing that tends to make its language artful as taboo.”

Must Art Be a Gigantic Effort?

Peter Crawley asks, “Does art have to be such hard work? A laborious investment of blood, sweat, tears and occasionally some writing?”

Writer's Block I“While working for the post office,” he says, “Anthony Trollope would write before his shift began, from 5.30 to 8.30 each morning, requiring exactly 250 words every 15 minutes. If he finished one novel before 8.30 am, he immediately began another. ‘Let [the artists’] work be to them as is his common work to the common labourer,’ Trollope said. ‘No gigantic efforts will then be necessary.'”

His readers didn’t think so. They were outraged that Trollope may be closer to a hack than what they imagined him to be, a long-suffering saint of the arts.

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