TV review: "Vikings"





Ten inches of snow or so
(I suspect it was a little less right here, but what we got was plenty). Fortunately I recently got my snow blower fixed, and it handled the stuff better than I’d remembered it was able to. But I hope we get a March melt now, because I’m running out of places to put the snow.

Since I don’t have cable, I figured I’d be excused from discussing the new History Channel series, Vikings. But people kept asking me about it, and I discovered I could view episodes at the show’s site. So I’ll tell you what I think.

Actually, I’m planning to take a two-pronged approach. Here at Brandywine Books I’ll discuss technical authenticity. But I’m also planning an article for The American Spectator (which pays money) to talk about the political and philosophical implications (trust me, there are some).

So as a Viking reenactor, what do I think of the Vikings series?

Frankly, not much.

Where shall I begin? Perhaps with the fundamental falsehood that forms the basis for the whole drama – the laughable contention that Scandinavians knew nothing of the British Isles before the time of the hero of this series, the legendary Ragnar Lodbrok. Continue reading TV review: "Vikings"

All For One, by Ryne Douglas Pearson

Dooley Ashe is a former Seattle police detective who has taken early retirement. His nickname is “the kiddie catcher,” because he once talked a confession out of a little boy who had committed a cruel murder. Now he’s gotten a call from the police in the town of Bartlett, where another murder involving children has taken place. A vicious bully has been killed with a baseball bat, and the fingerprints of six children – all of them victims of his harassment – were found on bat. The kids aren’t talking. Can Dooley come and look into it?

In Bartlett, Dooley meets Mary Austin, the students’ teacher. She’s the kind of teacher every parent wants for their child – someone who loves children deeply and is capable of inspiring underachievers to focus and discover their gifts. She’s also very attractive, and Dooley is drawn to her, knowing he shouldn’t be.

All the elements of a very good thriller are here in All For One, and yet… it doesn’t quite work. Author Ryne Douglas Pearson states in his introduction that this was a book he wrote early in his career and set aside, and he offers it now without a re-write.

He should have done the re-write. He’s a successful thriller and motion picture writer now, and I’m sure he could have turned this story into an effective narrative. But as it is, it’s just… too much. Too many characters, too much information about them. He takes us into the stream of consciousness of almost every important character, and that just slows the story down. There are other ways to provide insight into characters – word choices, telling gestures and habitual movements, things said and not said. All For One is just too much book for the amount of story here. Too much soap opera passion, and a contrived climax. Also, I figured out whodunit about half way through.

Not top notch, but I got it free for Kindle, and I did finish it. Cautions for the usual stuff.

Open Season, by Archer Mayor


My office was directly opposite. It was a cubicle really, eight feet by eight, with a ten-foot ceiling that always made me want to tip the room over so I’d have more room and more heat.

Set in Vermont in the winter, Open Season is the first in a series of police novels starring Joe Gunther, a detective in the town of Brattleboro. This book goes back to the ʼ90s (Joe is a Korean war veteran; you don’t run into many of those in stories anymore), and I have some reason to believe that author Archer Mayor has moved it in a politically correct direction since then. So I may be unhappy with later books, but I’m likely to give the series another chance, because I enjoyed this one quite a lot.

As the story begins, Joe is called to a sort of a murder scene – a local man, known to be very kind and tenderhearted, has broken into an old woman’s house and been killed by her with a shotgun. Soon other local people become the victims of attacks, and it’s discovered that they all have something in common. They were all on the jury that convicted a black man of killing a white woman in a famous local murder case. Joe has no choice but to re-open that case, quickly learning that it was shoddily investigated. So it becomes a double investigation, trying to find the real murderer while trying to stop an avenger who is no sweetheart himself.

One thing I particularly liked about Joe Gunther was an element of realism that rarely appears in fictional detectives. Having been injured in an accident, Joe is told by a doctor to stay in bed for a couple days – and he actually stays in bed! How many times have you seen that happen in a mystery?

Mild cautions for language and adult themes. Recommended.

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Slumgullion 2/28/13

To celebrate this not being a leap year, a variety of things for you today.

First of all, by way of Pastor Paul McCain of Cyberbrethren, a short but oddly fascinating film about calligraphy.

Pastor McCain says, “Type designer, illustrator and artist Seb Lester will revive the BlackLetter script that has been out of use for more than three hundred years. He will document his efforts on video, a gorgeous tribute to handwritten letters.” Link to original here.

From Mitch Berg at Shot In the Dark, a celebration of the brave men who sabotaged the Nazi atomic effort in Norway in 1943. I’m a day late with the anniversary, but I had to share it.

I’ll cop to it; after the 2009 “Nobel Peace Prize” award to a president who, as of the award deadline, had done nothing to warrant it, and has done even less since, my self-esteem-respect as an American of Norwegian anscestry has taken a bit of a beating.

But it’s on days like today – the 70th anniversary of the Norwegian raid on the Vemork heavy-water plant at Ryukan, Norway – that I get a bit of that old Norse møjø back.

Finally, a great little lesson in communication, from David All.

Sacramone sighting

I know what you really come here for. Book reviews and theological meditations are all well and good, but what you’re really looking for is information on the present whereabouts of Anthony Sacramone, who used to blog at Luther At the Movies, and still blogs at Strange Herring when he feels like it.

Through my extensive network of spies and informants, I have received information that Anthony is now the Managing Editor of The Intercollegiate Review…



And Modern Age

Both are publications of the Intercollegiate Studies Institute.

On my promise of total secrecy (which of course is worthless) he sent me a free copy of each publication. As you can guess from the covers, Modern Age (which goes back a long way and was once edited by Russell Kirk) is a scholarly journal, while the Intercollegiate Review is a lighter, slick magazine with more of an entertainment slant.

Subscriptions are available from ISI here.

Life in the barrens

I’m not going to tell you the exact letters on the “vanity plate” on the car I followed on the way to work this morning. That could, theoretically, lead you to identify the owner individually, and it’s always possible I misunderstood them.

But the message of that license plate offended me morally, as I understood it. What it said sent the clear message that the driver did not have any children. Not in terms of lamentation, but as a boast – “I’m better than you are. I’m not cluttering the world up with toxic human beings.”

Now it’s hardly my place to criticize people for not reproducing, I who am myself a biological dead end. There are lots of innocent, even praiseworthy, reasons for having no children. There might be physiological causes, or psychological problems (my own case), or a person may have followed the call of the Lord to Kingdom service in a single state – as, for instance, in the case of priests and nuns.

But I’ve never heard anyone in those classes actually brag about not having children. Bragging implies a choice – not only a decision, but a decision of which one is proud. “Children are evil, and I have avoided that evil. I am no breeder.”

One of my college textbooks included a passage I’ve never forgotten, because it irked me. The author referred, with contempt, to Christian theologians (specifically John Calvin, as I recall), and called them “life-hating.”

His point, as I recall, was that the joy of life was identical with sexual gratification. Life-loving people were people who advocated (and practiced) the maximum amount of sex with the maximum number of partners, without consequences (the fact that sex without consequences was impossible in Calvin’s time didn’t interest him). Anyone who advocated traditional sexual morality – marriage and waiting for marriage – was obviously motivated by a deep-seated hatred for life itself.

Now, about forty years on, we can see the end of that thinking. The consummation of sexual “liberation” is not love of life, but hatred of life – at least human life. If life is free sex, then anything that interferes with sexual freedom (which babies certainly do) is anti-life. By this logic, having babies – extending life to another generation – is anti-life. To love life is to say that human life should end with Blessed Me.

For more on the consequences of such (profoundly life-hating in the true sense) thinking, see Jonathan V. Last’s new book, What to Expect When No One’s Expecting. I haven’t read it, but it looks like it’s worth reading.

New Map for Games of Thrones Episodes

I’m not keeping up with HBO’s Game of Thrones, but for those who are there’s a new map of The King’s Road [link now defunct], giving you the locations and plot points for each episode through season two. The creators promise to update it during the next season, which starts March 31. Do I need to alert you to spoilers? I didn’t think so.

The Black Box, by Michael Connelly

I wonder if the recent popularity surge of Scandinavian detective novels influenced Michael Connelly to add a Scandinavian element to his latest Harry Bosch novel, The Black Box. It doesn’t really matter. The Bosch series continues very strong, and I think the Scandinavians will like it for its own sake.

When Hieronymous (Harry) Bosch, Connelly’s most famous detective, first appeared in a novel, he was dealing with the chaos of the Rodney King riots in Los Angeles. This story takes us back to that surreal time. There were so many murders that detectives weren’t able to do proper crime scene work. They got shunted from place to place, protected by the National Guard, with time only to take a few pictures and notes before calling the meat wagons and rushing off somewhere else.

One murder scene he visited that night has nagged at Harry ever since. It involved the body of a white woman, who “shouldn’t have been in that neighborhood” at all. In time she was identified as Anneke Jesperson, a Danish freelance reporter and photographer. Twenty years later, now working on the Unsolved Crimes squad, Harry takes the case up again. But he finds that his superiors are not only not enthusiastic about him opening the case, but openly obstructive – it would be bad politics to solve the murder of a white woman on the twentieth anniversary of the riots.

Harry doesn’t care. He plays hardball both with the brass and with his suspects. He’s willing to go without backup onto his enemies’ home ground in order to flush them out. I was a little worried about a somewhat clichéd plot element here, but I thought Connelly resolved it in a believable way.

The Harry Bosch series is one of the best police procedurals going today, and it shows no sign of flagging. Recommended, with cautions for violence, mature themes, and language.

Steps to Writing

ScribblePreach recommends getting off your proverbial rear-end and writing with these simple steps. This hits me where I live. I often get discouraged when I sit down to write, because it takes me so long to get going. I can’t just vomit words on the page or screen. I have to have something to say. Even when I do have something to say, I must fight my doubt over saying it.