When I review novels here, I fight with myself over wanting to write something deep with observations on the rich parts of the book vs. saying too much and spoiling it for new readers. Since it’s easier to go light, I usually do, so I doubt you expect to read great, thoughtful posts from me. No, no. It’s my fault. I’ve already given you a positive, light-handed review of J. Mark Bertrand’s Back on Murder (A Roland March Mystery)
Heads up
I suppose I could go so far as to refer to actor/pundit Ben Stein as my colleague, since we both write for The American Spectator Online. It’s a little like a stock boy at Staples calling Mitt Romney his colleague, but I might get away with it. But no, I won’t do that.
Anyway, Stein, who makes no claims to Christian faith, writes today that he’s been having apocalyptic thoughts.
At breakfast, my wife suddenly said, “And then I beheld a red horse ridden by a man with a great sword….”
“What is that?” I asked her.
“It’s Revelation,” she said.
“I know, but where does that come from?”
“I just feel as if something big is about to happen,” she said. “Something feels like we’re about to live in a totally changed world. It feels like end times. Why are we apologizing to the Muslims? They’re killing and expelling their Christians and we don’t say a word. End times.”
I nodded. There is that feeling in the air.
Assuming we’re not taken up this weekend, have a good one.
“Ward” wows “World”
Colin Cutler’s The Ward of Heaven and the Wyrm in the Sea, for which I wrote the Foreword, has gotten a favorable review at World Magazine.
Herman Melville didn’t do Norse mythology, orthodox Christianity, or short books. But other than that, he could have written The Ward of Heaven and the Wyrm in the Sea. The deep currents of the language, swelling and moving in great cataracts of imagery, clearly hark back to Melville, even as the surface churns with the kenning and alliteration of old Germanic poetry.
Thanks to Loren Eaton of I Saw Lightning Fall for letting me know about this.
Body of Richard III possibly found under parking lot. Gambinos deny any knowledge of it.
Since he’s most famous for being a Shakespearean villain, this story on the dig for Richard III’s bones would seem to be appropriate in this blog.
A dig under a council car park in Leicester has found remains with spinal abnormalities and a “cleaved-in skull” that suggest it could be Richard III.
The University of Leicester will now test the bones for DNA against descendants of Richard’s family.
Professor Lin Foxhall, head of the university’s School of Archaeology, said: “Archaeology almost never finds named individuals – this is absolutely extraordinary.
“Although we are far from certain yet, it is already astonishing.”
If it is Dick, this will solve at least one of the questions that has made him such a contentious figure in historical circles. As I understand it, the Ricardians (defenders of Richard III) have long insisted that the story that he was a “hunchback” was mostly Tudor propaganda. But if this skeleton shows signs of serious scoliosis, that will… well, it won’t settle anything. But it will be interesting.
Tip: Archaeology in Europe.
Graveyard Special, by James Lileks
…Two people + their problems < hill of beans. Not an equation we understood. And he shot the guy, too: the soundtrack seemed extra sharp – it echoed in the bare room, and I felt Tatiana jump when roscoe barked, saw her smile when Claude Raines threw in with justice and liberty. I wanted a cigarette. I wanted to snap a match and smoke and sneer at a dying Nazi and make a remark he’d carry down to hell. But the Minnesota Clean Air Act forbade these things.
For some time, James Lileks of lileks.com (I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned this, but I did a half hour of radio with him once) has been telling us about a series of interconnected mystery novels set in Minneapolis he’s been working on. Graveyard Special, the first of these, is out at last, for Kindle users. Other formats will be forthcoming.
Graveyard Special is a semi-autobiographical book, loosely based on Lileks’ student days, when he worked at the Valli Restaurant (dubbed the Trattoria here). There are lots of familiar landmarks in this story for me, because although I didn’t live in the University neighborhood of Dinkytown myself, my friends and I used to head over there quite often to eat in our own college days, a few years earlier. We liked to dine at Bridgeman’s or Best Steak House, but we never patronized the Valli. I know exactly where I was when this story is supposed to have happened too (fall of 1980). I was a few miles away, in south Minneapolis, attending Brown Institute of Broadcasting on Lake Street.
Robert Thompson, the narrator, is an art student from Motley, Minnesota (a real town, I swear to you) whose life at this point revolves around his shifts at the “Trat,” where most of his housemates also work, and where they love to hang out in their off hours to play the arcade machines. He’s waiting tables one night when the night manager takes a break to huff some propellant from a Redi-Whip can and dies, shot by a bullet coming through the restaurant window. Being a witness gives Robert the chance to meet a very attractive reporter for the University student newspaper, and when he begins to notice suspicious behavior on the part of some of his housemates and some denizens of the Trat, he brings them to her, just as an excuse to get to know her better. Which eventually gets him in over his head, and involves him in bombings and a bloody Zamboni ride at a Gophers hockey game. Continue reading Graveyard Special, by James Lileks
In solemn remembrance
I have to apologize in advance for what I’m going to write on the anniversary of the September 11 terrorist attacks.
I’d like to say that the losses are terrible, but they were not in vain, because America found courage in the time of trial to come back and rid the world of a great evil.
But (obviously, I think), that’s not exactly what happened.
There’s been a lot of Monday morning quarterbacking about the War on Terror. I’m now inclined to the view that Afghanistan should have been a short, sharp punitive mission, and then out again. Iraq was the strategically useful war. But maybe that’s just because I haven’t read enough books on the subject from different angles.
It’s good that we punished the perpetrators. It’s good that Osama bin Ladin was killed. I’ve never nitpicked the president over that action, and I don’t plan to start now.
But all my life I’ve evaluated things through the lens of bullying and abuse. Many people think the United States must be the world’s bully, because we’re so rich and powerful.
But that’s not how bullying works. I’ve seen it myself, and I’ll bet you have too. Dominance is not (or not wholly) a matter of size or strength. It’s a matter of how far the various parties are willing to go to get their way. Often a smaller, weaker person can bully a larger, stronger one, because he’s more ruthless and selfish. Continue reading In solemn remembrance
Secularism in America
Here’s a strong interview with Professor Hunter Baker of Union University on the topics of his book, The End of Secularism.
Solomon vs. Lord, by Paul Levine
I found much to like in Paul Levine’s light legal thriller, Solomon vs. Lord, first in a series. I also found elements that creeped me out. I’ll give you my reaction; judge for yourself.
Like most male readers, I don’t actually hate romance in a story. I just don’t care for stories that are only romance. I want some swords or some guns, or stuff getting blown up. If you’re going to have romance, the best kind is the Benedick and Beatrice sort (as in Shakespeare’s “Much Ado About Nothing”), where the man and the woman fight like a dog and a cat, and everyone but they can see that it’s because they have unusual sexual chemistry.
That’s what we have in Solomon vs. Lord. Steve Solomon is a talented, not-overly-ethical Miami lawyer, who at the beginning is defending a man charged with importing exotic animals illegally. Arguing for the prosecution is Victoria Lord, scion of a wealthy family that’s fallen on hard times. Her life plan calls for her to pay her dues in the DA’s office, then get a job with a respectable law firm. She’s also going to marry Bruce Bigby, a handsome and wealthy avocado grower and real estate tycoon. Continue reading Solomon vs. Lord, by Paul Levine
Souring on E-Book Samples
A reader in the United Kingdom talks about problems with Amazon’s Kindle e-book samples, for example, finding books with far stronger writing on the sample pages than throughout the book.
“Under the Shadow of the Hideous Strength”
Prof. Bruce Charlton, at The Notion Club Papers, today publishes a paper by our friend Prof. Dale Nelson on C.S. Lewis’s That Hideous Strength.