A little slice of immortality

I got a nice “birthday present” last week. It was a free copy of this book. It was sent to me by its designer, who is the son of the author.

Viking Norway

The story behind the gift goes like this. In the course of my researches for my novel, The Year of the Warrior, I made contact with a fine woman associated with a historical society in the Stavanger, Norway area. She put me in touch with Dr. Torgrim Titlestad of the University of Stavanger. Dr. Titlestad might be called a man with a mission. He’s a proponent of a revolutionary view of Norwegian history which traces the origins of the Kingdom of Norway to the western part of the country, rather than to the Oslo area, which has been the traditional, authorized view.

I promote the traditional view in TYOTW, by the way, mainly because I wasn’t aware of the new one when I wrote the first part of the book. If I’d known about the controversy, I’d have found a way to weasel around it. Continue reading A little slice of immortality

Commentary Magazine on Solzhenitsyn

Commentary Magazine’s website has several links to reviews of Solzhenitsyn’s work and articles on the man himself. In this blog post, John Podhoretz described Solzhenitsyn’s auto-biography, The Oak and the Calf, as “a book about temptation — the temptation to give in, to let the Soviet censor have his way here and there, to do what will make its author more comfortable even if doing so means bowdlerizing his own unmistakable vision of Marxist-Leninist-Stalinist tyranny. . . . [H]e knew his path was one only a very few could possibly follow, because it required that one’s soul be made of oak, and humans with that kind of solidity come along a few times a century.”

In an essay called “Why Solzhenitsyn Will Not Go Away, Joseph Epstein quotes the author: “In Invisible Allies and The Oak and the Calf he speaks of carrying “the dying wishes of millions whose last whisper, last moan, had been cut short on some hut floor in some prison camp.” And again: “My point of departure [was] that I did not belong to myself alone, that my literary destiny was not just my own, but that of millions who had not lived to scrawl or gasp or croak the truth about their lot as jailbirds.”

Alexander Solzhenitsyn, 1918-2008

We would be greatly remiss not to note the passing of one of the towering figures of the 20th Century, both in literature and in the wider arena of culture: Alexander Solzhenitsyn.

Solzhenitsyn turned unbelievable suffering into vital art, and through that art helped to bring an end to a mighty evil in the world. Exiled to America, he found this country a deep disappointment. When he addressed students at Harvard on the subject of good and evil, he was booed. Yet he persevered, and triumphed. He was a Christian, of the Orthodox faith.

He wrote in The Gulag Archipelago:

Gradually it was disclosed to me that the line separating good and evil passes not through states, nor between classes, nor between political parties either, but right through every human heart, and through all human hearts. This line shifts. Inside us, it oscillates with the years. Even within hearts overwhlemed by evil, one small bridgehead of good is retained; and even in the best of all hearts, there remains a small corner of evil.

All copies not created equal

Because of technology, the word “copy” in relation to a document means something very different to us than it did to our ancestors. To us it means a photocopy or an electronic scan. But to past generations, it meant a second document done in pen and ink.

That would seem to be the explanation for the fact that the Civil War and Underground Railroad Museum of Philadelphia has had an original copy of the document outlining the terms for Lee’s surrender to Grant at Appomattox Courthouose for many years, and had stored it away thinking it was just a photostat copy.

Coldren said it had been glued to a cardboard backing and varnished, an apparent attempt to preserve it.

“Old photostat copies from the ’20s and ’30s are shiny like that, so this is why you’d think this is not a real document,” he said.

Full story here.

Rare books accessible online

The British Library is bringing some of the world’s rarest books online, with the intent of giving as wide an audience as possible the most accurate experience of reading the real thing.

Full story here.

Users will need to use a software program called “Turning the Pages.” At this point, 20 rare books are available for study.

Nothing But the Blood

I watched I am Legend tonight. I enjoyed it. It will make a great discussion film for those of us who enjoy talking philosophy and such after seeing a film. The gospel is in this movie, and I suspect some reviewers saw it and hated it.

The darkness hates the light to a degree.

If you don’t know the story, I’ll brief it for you. An air-born and contact virus breaks out in New York City and spreads across the world. 90% die; 9.9% become dark-seekers. The remaining are immune to the virus somehow. Robert Neville is the lone man on Manhattan island, what he calls Ground Zero. He believes he can stop the virus by staying there and working out vaccine.

Neville believes he is one man against a world turned bad, and in that role he plays a type of Christ. “God didn’t do this,” he says, “We did.” We made the world a hellish place. We turned ourselves into monsters—seekers of darkness.

And what does God care? He sits in his heaven, and all is right with the world as far as he’s concerned. But God is not absent. He still has a voice, directing, moving. Why he’s whispering may be a good question, but does it matter how he speaks if we refuse to listen? “The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it.”

The cure for humanity is in the blood. Whose blood? That’s the final question.

When I got to the end of the story, I wondered how many bad ideas have some of us dressed up in biblical language. We need redemption. The closing song in this movie said we could find that redemption only in ourselves. That’s the human struggle, isn’t it? Can we save ourselves? Are we the hope we’ve been looking for?

If we saw ourselves as dark-seekers, we’d know there is no hope in us.

Hoping You’ll Judge By the Cover

“Having cottoned on to the fact that chick lit books sell like cupcakes, publishers are now adding chick lit-style covers to any book written by a woman whether it fits the genre definition or not,” writes Diane Shipley. One of her examples points to three dissimilar books with similar covers. Does she have a point? [via ArtsJournal]

This birthday taken

Today is my birthday. I am 58. How that happened, I have no idea.

It always irked me, when I was a kid, to see lists of “What happened on this day in history,” and to note that nothing very interesting had ever happened on my birthday, and that nobody very memorable had been born on the date.

Later, I thought better of it. July 31, it occurred to me, was a tabula rasa, a blank sheet of paper waiting for me to write my name across it, John Hancock-wise.

Until I learned that today is J. K. Rowling’s birthday.

Not only can I not be the most famous person born today, I can’t even be the most famous fantasy author born today.

And then I learned that today is Milton Friedman’s birthday too.

Never mind.