Fiction, Reviews

The Road to Vengeance, by Judson Roberts

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The Road To Vengeance is Book Three of Judson Roberts’ Young Adult Strongbow Saga, whose previous volumes I’ve reviewed already. The series continues strong; indeed, I think this is the best so far.

The hero of the books is Halfdan, a young Dane living in the 9th Century. Born a thrall (slave), the illegitimate son of a chieftain, he was freed after the deaths of both his parents, and trained as a warrior by his half-brother in Book One, Viking Warrior. But his entire new family was massacred by a greedy stepbrother and his Viking crew. Halfdan escaped and swore vengeance; but in order to achieve that he needs to acquire wealth and powerful friends.

This he has done by joining an invasion of France (based on an actual historical expedition in 845). Book Two, Dragons From the Sea, told how Halfdan went on a scouting expedition, which ended with his near escape from the Franks, bringing back with him a hostage, a young Frankish noblewoman who is a novitiate nun. Continue reading The Road to Vengeance, by Judson Roberts →

Authors, Non-fiction

Rice Called Out of Darkness

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Pete Peterson praises the revelations in Anne Rice’s memoir, Called Out of Darkness.

Such an about face of worldview surely came as a shock to some fans her vampire mythology and there is a sense that she wants to lay out the pieces of the puzzle to provide insight for those to whom the final image was a surprise. She also aims to lay to rest the suspicions of those that may think her conversion is flighty, shallow, or spur of the moment. Continue reading Rice Called Out of Darkness →

Writing

Now, Let’s Hear from the Author

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S.D. Smith blogs about writing advice he heard from Orson Scott Card and whether that advice is universally applicable. How much, if any, should an author voice be heard, noticed, observed, seen, read into as it were. What I mean to say is what place has narration outside observations from the story’s characters?

Smith refers to P.G. Wodehouse as an author whose voice is heard loudly within his stories, but I’m not sure that’s quite right. I just read a short story, similar in style to many other short stories of his, in which a narrator is introduced to the reader and then he takes over the story completely. It was a story within a story. The Oldest Member of the Drones Club (or another one I didn’t notice) tells a motivational story to a young member who wants to quit playing golf. Wodehouse isn’t telling us the story so much as the Oldest Member is, so all of the narrative flourishes come from a character in the story, not really the author. That’s close to the way the Wooster and Jeeves stories are written too. Bertie Wooster is talking to us, not a background narrator.

In this way, I think Wodehouse comes close to following Card’s advice that a writer should remain invisible.

Religion

“Those Odd Atheist Bus Slogans”

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Hal G. P. Colebatch, whom I like to think of as a friend because we’ve exchanged a few e-mails, has a splendid defense of Christianity (and religion in general) in culture today at The American Spectator Online.

Religion

On not losing faith

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I’m still thinking about the Charles Schulz biography I reviewed last night. There are so many similarities between my personality and Schulz’ (if you read the review, you know that’s not what you’d call bragging) that the story of his life was for me a vivid cautionary tale, and I’m trying not to waste it.

Schulz had (and I have) an emotional problem, which is a misfortune. But the condition provides a convenient excuse for shirking spiritual duty, which is a not a misfortune but a sin. (I think it’s a reasonable argument that people like us can’t be expected to do everything that more outgoing people do, but that’s not the same thing as being excused from service altogether.) Continue reading On not losing faith →

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The Friday Fight: Rembrandt

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A radically different image for today’s fight:

Rembrandt's Blinding of Samson

Rembrandt’s The Blinding of Samson, painted in 1636. Click the image to see the whole composition.

And Delilah said to Samson, “How can you say, ‘I love you,’ when your heart is not with me? You have mocked me these three times, and you have not told me where your great strength lies.” And when she pressed him hard with her words day after day, and urged him, his soul was vexed to death. And he told her all his heart, and said to her, “A razor has never come upon my head, for I have been a Nazirite to God from my mother’s womb. If my head is shaved, then my strength will leave me, and I shall become weak and be like any other man.” When Delilah saw that he had told her all his heart, she sent and called the lords of the Philistines . . .

Non-fiction, The Press

Wouldn’t Report It

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Serial killer Ted Bundy wanted to talk to James Dobson because he believed the regular media wouldn’t report his story.

Dr. Albert Mohler talks about the larger problem that Ted Bundy address in his new book, Desire and Deceit: the real cost of the new sexual tolerance. “What we face today are not individual, isolated issues, but rather a massive social transformation that has not happened by accident and that will not break apart on its own,” Mohler writes.

Non-fiction, Religion, Reviews

(Long review) Schulz and Peanuts, by David Michaelis

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I’ve told you already that I found this book utterly gripping and compelling. I might add that it also made me feel as if I were being beaten repeatedly with a rubber hose.

I shall explain in due course.

Warning: I will say some hard things about Charles Schulz in the course of this review. Please understand that this doesn’t spring from malice. In fact, it rises from a scary level of personal identification. As I shall explain, etc.

Back in those days I’ve been reminiscing about in my last couple posts (the early ’70s), when I was working with a Christian musical group and we were in the midst of the “Jesus Movement,” there was no celebrity Christian about whom we were more smug than Charles M. Schulz. Everybody loved “Sparky” Schulz. He was the most successful cartoonist, not only in the world, but in history. Art galleries displayed his original panels. He said things in his wonderful little strip that made us feel as if this guy really understood us, shared our fears and insecurities, and sympathized. Continue reading (Long review) Schulz and Peanuts, by David Michaelis →

Book Reviews, Creative Culture