Andrew Klavan has news of a agreement with Arilu Inc and Avida Entertainment Inc. to take the novel Animal Hour
Carpin' about my generation
Another snow-blowing night. Again we had that particular quality of snow, not wet but prone to sit in a lump in the chute anyway, rather than blowing out as it ought. It’s a heavy snow, leaden in quality. Or else something’s wrong with my snow blower. But it works fine when the chute’s clear, which lasts for the time it takes to clear the distance of about a foot, before I have to stop and clear it out again. With a stick. This is the first point in the Snow Blower’s Catechism—Thou Shalt Not Clear a Jam With Thy Hand. That way amputation lies.
We don’t actually have all that much snow yet, and there’s more scheduled for tonight and tomorrow. But I have a matter of family business to attend to tomorrow, and I’m not sure how long that’ll take. Which also means there may or may not be a blog post from me tomorrow.
Ori Pomerantz directed me to this excellent essay, Slouching Toward Geezerhood, from Bruce Thornton at RightNetwork. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the blunt truths of the universal tragedy that is the Baby Boomer Generation better expressed.
The most obvious feature of the Boomers is their refusal to grow up. The ever-extending length of adolescence, a confection of modernity, partly accounts for this. Post-war affluence made it affordable to prolong further this historically novel time of life between childhood and adulthood. Consumerism took advantage of the new market and the greater surplus wealth to elevate in social importance the whims and desires of a group flush with disposable income. The result was the most pampered, obsessed over, and indulged generation in American history. Why wouldn’t they want to prolong this privileged position as long as possible?
There’s much more, but I particularly like that thought. I’ve believed for some time that the whole phenomenon of the Teenager was a cosmically successful marketing ploy, designed to squeeze mountains of cash out of kids with unprecedented amounts the stuff to spend. Catch ’em while they still have no impulse control, and they’re yours forever. And if the moral fiber of the nation is goes from six-ply to two-ply, hey, that’s business.
A startlingly anti-capitalist sentiment from a conservative, I know. But capitalism isn’t a pure good any more than government is. Balance is the key, and has been part of the American genius… up till now.
Read it all.
It will not cheer you up.
Cruciform Press
“What would a book-publishing company for gospel-centered Christians look like if it began with the realities of 21st century technology?” Look no further. This is a new publisher formed by Kevin Meath, Bob Bevington, and Tim Challies over the passed year. My cousin, Jimmy Davis, has a book roughly on the same subject as his blog coming out the first of April.
Don Miller on The Church's Voice in Your Head
Relief Journal links to questions asked by author Don Miller on how people in church affect your creativity. It may be helpful to have specific people, not just “the church,” critiquing our work, but Miller still makes fair points.
When Is a Lie Actually Libel?
Glenn Reynolds talks about the words flying around from those wanting to accuse Gov. Palin and the Tea Part Movement of inciting the violence of a young man who has reportedly been obsessed with Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords for the last three years.
To be clear, if you’re using this event to criticize the “rhetoric” of Mrs. Palin or others with whom you disagree, then you’re either: (a) asserting a connection between the “rhetoric” and the shooting, which based on evidence to date would be what we call a vicious lie; or (b) you’re not, in which case you’re just seizing on a tragedy to try to score unrelated political points, which is contemptible. Which is it?
Ed Morrissey quotes diverse sources on this topic, noting how many people want to restrict freedom of speech to their own ideological supporters. (via Books, Inq)
130 Free eBooks for Reader Devices
Kaplan Books is offering 130 free ebooks for your Nook, Sony eReader, Kindle or iPad now through January 17.
Altering Old Stories to Suit the Modern
More on altering old texts to suit modern sensibilities:
Efforts to sanitize classic literature have a long, undistinguished history. Everything from Chaucer’s “Canterbury Tales” to Roald Dahl’s “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” have been challenged or have suffered at the hands of uptight editors. There have even been purified versions of the Bible (all that sex and violence!). Sometimes the urge to expurgate (if not outright ban) comes from the right, evangelicals and conservatives, worried about blasphemy, profane language and sexual innuendo. Fundamentalist groups, for instance, have tried to have dictionaries banned because of definitions offered for words like hot, tail, ball, and nuts.
Makes one want to use language, if one were wont to do so.
What Were We Saying About Huck Finn?
Author Richard Grayson has 1-upped the recent revision of Huckleberry Finn, which replaced the word nigger with the N-word … no, it replaced it with slave. So Grayson has jumped on this unsolicited hype with his own Huck Finn revision which replaces the word . . . well, let me just give you a sample:
And the place was plum full of farmers and farmers’ wives, to dinner; and such another clack a body never heard. Old Mrs. Hotchkiss was the worst; her tongue was a-going all the time. She says:
“Well, Sister Phelps, I’ve ransacked that-air cabin over, an’ I b’lieve the hipster was crazy. I says to Sister Damrell — didn’t I, Sister Damrell? — s’I, he’s crazy, s’I — them’s the very words I said.
The author, who released the book on Lulu today, says, “I think hipster is still okay to use in 2011, but I have heard some people are offended by the ‘H-word.’” (via Loren Eaton)
Friday fragments
It would be the height of injustice for me not to note this remarkable story:
Egypt’s majority Muslim population stuck to its word Thursday night. What had been a promise of solidarity to the weary Coptic community, was honoured, when thousands of Muslims showed up at Coptic Christmas eve mass services in churches around the country and at candle light vigils held outside.
From the well-known to the unknown, Muslims had offered their bodies as “human shields” for last night’s mass, making a pledge to collectively fight the threat of Islamic militants and towards an Egypt free from sectarian strife.
“We either live together, or we die together,” was the sloganeering genius of Mohamed El-Sawy, a Muslim arts tycoon whose cultural centre distributed flyers at churches in Cairo Thursday night, and who has been credited with first floating the “human shield” idea.
We often say that we’re waiting for Muslims to actually act out the peaceful sentiments they proclaim for the media. Well, here’s some who seem to be doing it. This counts more than a million press releases from CAIR, and I will give praise where praise is due.
(Tip: First Things.)
According to this article, scientists have discovered a tribal group in the Black Sea area who appear to speak a living (though endangered) dialect more closely related than any we’ve seen before to the language of the ancient Greeks.
The community lives in a cluster of villages near the Turkish city of Trabzon in what was once the ancient region of Pontus, a Greek colony that Jason and the Argonauts are supposed to have visited on their epic journey from Thessaly to recover the Golden Fleece from the land of Colchis (present-day Georgia). Pontus was also supposed to be the kingdom of the mythical Amazons, a fierce tribe of women who cut off their right breasts in order to handle their bows better in battle.
Linguists found that the dialect, Romeyka, a variety of Pontic Greek, has structural similarities to ancient Greek that are not observed in other forms of the language spoken today. Romeyka’s vocabulary also has parallels with the ancient language.
(Tip: Archaeology in Europe)
And finally, just so you won’t have to go cold turkey on Sissel, here’s my favorite song of her entire repertoire, a Faeroese hymn called Tidin Rennur. I don’t read Faeroese, but I can figure out the lyrics well enough to know it compares life to being on a small boat on the sea. Only Jesus, it says, can bring the boat safe to harbor.
The last of the First Team
In case any of you live in the Huntington, West Virginia area, be advised that I’ll be interviewed on the Tom Roten Show, on WVHU, AM 800, on Thursday, January 20, 8:35 a.m. The subject, of course, will be West Oversea.
What follows, I’m afraid, is pretty Twin Cities Inside Radio-Ball. But an era is semi-passing for local conservatism, and I want to mark it with a post.
The talk radio station I generally listen to is WWTC, AM 1280, “The Patriot,” a fine station affiliated with the Salem Broadcasting Network. It doesn’t have much of a signal, but for urban dwellers like me it fills a need.
We also have some pretty good bloggers in these parts. Among them are Power Line (famous for helping to blow Dan Rather out of the water over the forged George W. Bush National Guard documents), Fraters Libertas, and Shot In the Dark. Salem talk show host Hugh Hewitt started referring to them as The Northern Alliance of Blogs (a play on the name of the coalition of Afghan militias helping America at the time), and it was his idea for them to do a weekly show on WWTC. Continue reading The last of the First Team