Let Man’s Soul Be a Sphere

“Good Friday, 1613. Riding Westward” by John Donne

Let mans Soule be a Spheare, and then, in this,

The intelligence that moves, devotion is,

And as the other Spheares, by being growne

Subject to forraigne motion, lose their owne,

And being by others hurried every day,

Scarce in a yeare their naturall forme obey:

Pleasure or businesse, so, our Soules admit

For their first mover, and are whirld by it.

Hence is’t, that I am carryed towards the West

This day, when my Soules forme bends toward the East.

There I should see a Sunne, by rising set,

And by that setting endlesse day beget;

But that Christ on this Crosse, did rise and fall,

Sinne had eternally benighted all. Continue reading Let Man’s Soul Be a Sphere

Life Bookends

Everything you do and all that you are are like books on a long open shelf. Without bookends to hold up those various sized books, you’re likely to lose some of them. But fear not. God offers two bookends through faith in Christ Jesus. “One bookend is the righteousness of Christ; the other is the power of the Holy Spirit.

Why the Tree in the First Place?

Rebecca started a theological fight while visiting a Sunday School class in Minnesota. This post gives you a summary of the fight so far (you can backtrack on her blog to read a few more details), and the fight continues here.

Why guns are good

Ever wonder why right-wingers are so obsessed with gun rights? Is it some kind of death wish, or sexual compensation or something, you ask?

This article by Robert Avrech over at Big Hollywood explains it all.

How Big is Too Big?

Author Brandon Sanderson is finishing up the popular Wheel of Time series, created and kept on life-support by the late Robert Jordan, and he has submitted 300,000 words to his publisher for the final book. The publisher said that’s too big for a fantasy book and booksellers will complain, so let’s split the book into three books released over the next two years.

Scott Esposito states, “So somebody explain to me how this isn’t about the money.” Brandon Sanderson talks about it at length here.

The Outside Man, by Richard North Patterson

What is it with Southern writers? I’m certain there must be a lot of inkslingers living in trailer parks south of Mason Dixon, banging out slop on second-hand PCs (as I myself did at one time), but again and again you come on these southern authors who display the same kind of technical brilliance combined with lyrical grace, like one antebellum mansion after another along a road in an exclusive neighborhood. Maybe the very experience of speaking with a drawl gives a person time to strategize word choice, while we northerners with our nasal, jackhammer diction just stutter our prose out like salt from a highway department ice control truck.

In any case, Richard North Patterson, whose novels I’ve never tried before, is a darn good wordsmith. The Outside Man is an older novel of his (1981), so I wouldn’t be surprised if the liberal ideas this book suggests have metastasized into something that would give me a stroke if I read a more recent example, but for now I’m highly inclined to try him again.

The Outside Man is narrated by the main character, Adam Shaw, a northerner and a lapsed Catholic who married a rich southern girl and moved to Birmingham, Alabama to join her father’s law firm. He and his father-in-law don’t get along, and he generally feels like an outsider in Birmingham society.

As the book begins he is running an errand for the firm, delivering a document to Lydia Cantwell, the wife of one of their most important clients. Finding the door unlocked, he goes inside and finds her strangled to death. Police suspicion immediately falls on Henry, her husband. Adam is determined to prove him innocent—not only because he’s a client, but because he’s one of the few local people Adam has found to be a true friend.

You’ll have already guessed the general tone of what follows. The veneer of southern aristocratic respectability is found to conceal volcanic passions, poisonous hatreds and hypocrisy. In fact it’s largely a question of discovering which passions, hatreds and hypocrisies are actually relevant, and which don’t apply to the case.

But it’s very well done. Recommended, with the usual cautions for language and adult subject matter.

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