No soap, please, we’re British

Here’s an interesting list from Lists Unlimited: Top Ten Myths About the Middle Ages. It’s pretty good.

I dislike the modern definition of “myth” to mean “false belief,” but I guess that ship has long sailed.

One point I’d modify is the one about bathing in the Middle Ages. The term “Middle Ages” covers a whole lot of territory, and is used in different ways by different historians. My particular period of interest, the Viking Age, used to be considered part of “The Dark Ages.” The Dark Ages were reckoned to cover (more or less) that part of European History commencing with the fall of Rome and ending with the Norman Conquest of England. The designation was not, technically, meant as a moral judgment, but just a reflection of the fact that records from the period were sparse. Rulers tended to just do stuff, without bothering about writing it down, or if they did, those records were likely to have gotten lost or destroyed. So the history was dark in terms of being hard to see.

Nowadays the term “Dark Ages” has gone out of fashion. Historians now generally call it “The Early Middle Ages.” There’s some justification for this, as new discoveries, especially in the field of archaeology (where they’re now able to learn amazing stuff through the use of modern technology) have shed a lot of light on the period.

But if the Dark Ages is considered part of the Middle Ages now, I know for a fact that bathing was not, in fact, common in England during that period. Gwyn Jones, in his A History of the Vikings, says: Continue reading No soap, please, we’re British

Hyperbolic Hyperboreans

I’m reduced to stream-of-consciousness tonight, no ideas at all, so who knows what the harvest will be.

My Christmas tree is unlighted tonight. Yesterday was the Feast of the Epiphany, the last day of Christmas, so now I’m done. In the last few years I’ve moved from my parents’ Christmas tree tradition (in which you light it every night until New Year’s) to a church calendar approach, letting my little light(s) shine through January 6.

This is the worst time of the year, in my world. Up through Christmas, you’ve got the celebration and the lights to bear your spirits up. Now there’s just the Long March through Jan, Feb and Mar, and frequently Apr, and sometimes parts of May in Minnesota. The days are getting longer, it’s true, but the impotent winter sun has no effective influence, like a freshman Republican congressman.

Speaking of legislators, this winter is given added piquancy by the fact that it looks very much as if Al Franken is going to be my senator when all’s said and done. Wherever I surf in the conservative blogosphere, commentators are saying essentially the same thing—“What the h****? What are they smoking up in that state? Have I been transferred to some alternate universe where failed comedy writers with drug histories are presumed to Be In Touch With the Gods, and are therefore chosen as tribal elders, like peyote-addled Navajo medicine men?”

I’ve talked about the history of Minnesota liberalism in this space before (our Democratic party is officially called The Democratic Farmer-Labor Party), but it’s enough to say that most Minnesotans have liberal instincts and believe that Baby Jesus cries whenever a Republican vote is cast. Give them a Democratic landslide year, and they transform into lemmings (lemmings are a Norwegian animal, by the way. I saw one once). In that frame of mind, Minnesotans will (to quote Mitch Berg of Shot In the Dark) “elect a set of wind-up chattering teeth if the DFL nominated it.”

In Minnesota politics, you have to work pretty hard to achieve hyperbole.

Contest for Conference and Sermon Library

This week, desiringGod.org is giving away registrations to their pastors conference, a Scholar’s Library from Logos, and 100 John Piper Logos Sermon Manuscript Libraries. Respond to the blog post to enter the contest.

Read Calvin’s Institutes by Feed or Email

“What would John Calvin do?” you asked yourself no doubt over New Year’s Day. What he do in my place today with so much to watch on TV and such things? Why, of course, he would reread his Institutes over the year, having written a program to deliver them to his inbox or RSS reader (maybe Zwingli would have written the program for him). And you can do the same. Read Calvin’s great work of theology, the one that gave biblical doctrine to the people directly, online this year through Reformation21.org. (via The Cruciform Life)

Now that I’ve written this and it’s gone to press, wasting tons of paper and ink, I see that I’m wrong. The Institutes themselves are not going to anyone’s inbox. Only blog posts on them will be. The source material must be obtained elsewhere, such as this spot or over here or online here.

The 47th Samurai, by Stephen Hunter

“It’s a war thing. I’m a war guy, he’s a war guy. His dad, my dad, war guys. Us war guys, we’re all connected. So I picked up an obligation. It’s something ancient and forgotten and not in existence no more. Lost and gone, a joke, something from those silly sword-fight movies. Something samurai.”

The 47th Samurai, Stephen Hunter’s latest Bob Lee Swagger novel, centers on probably the most ridiculous premise I’ve ever encountered in a thriller.

I loved it.

I think this may be my favorite Bob Lee Swagger book in the whole series. Which is saying a lot.

What do you do if you’re out working in your meadow, and a car approaches, and out comes a Japanese gentleman, a military veteran, who informs you that, judging from the records, your father probably killed his father at Iwo Jima? And he asks your help in locating his father’s military sword, which disappeared at the same time?

Well, if you’re Bob Lee Swagger, you start rooting through your father’s effects, and then make a series of phone calls and visits, until you’ve located the thing. And you carry it back to Japan personally, as a surprise for your new friend.

And what do you do if your new friend and his family are then brutally murdered?

You go to the crime scene, make a spectacle of yourself trying to give information to the police, and get yourself expelled from the country.

Then you hole up for a while, watching old samurai movies and reading everything you can find about Japanese tradition. You go back again with a false passport. And you learn to use a sword. Continue reading The 47th Samurai, by Stephen Hunter

Silenced! Sort of.

Just to let you know, I may not be able to post anything tonight, as my DSL connection went phooph yesterday evening, and I expect to spend this evening in Customer Service Purgatory (TM).



Update:
I’m back. Once again, Earthlink Support came through faster than I expected. This may destroy my faith in human cussedness.

Nothing is Sudden in Space

HEADLINE: “Milky Way Galaxy Suddenly Much Bigger, Heavier

Suddenly, eh? I’m shocked. Apparently, astronomers have learned our galaxy is bigger, denser, and moving faster than previously thought. Of course, the brass tacks is what it has always been–the end is near.

“A bigger Milky Way means that it could be crashing violently into the neighboring Andromeda galaxy sooner than predicted — though still billions of years from now.”

Now, I’m going home to curl up in bed for a while. No hope. What will become of us?

Winning for the Sake of It

I confess I do not understand politicians and activists who act as if governmental policy is like any sports game–no moral principles are being fought over, we’re just opposing teams in a big, expensive game. I am a conservative because I believe those ideals promote life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. As Quin Hillyer puts it:

Limited government isn’t a means, it’s an end. Or, rather, it’s part and parcel of the end of maximum liberty under law that is rooted in the Judeo-Christian moral and ethical tradition. We believe that if government isn’t limited, it is dangerous.

Likewise, protection of parental authority and of the nuclear family isn’t just a nostalgic or emotional tic; it’s bedrock of a free society because — among many other blessings — it provides the stability and order without which freedom quickly devolves into anarchy.

For these reasons, I embrace the Oogedy-Boogedy. Apparently others are publically embracing it too, though I want to point out that being a Republican does not mean you are a conservative. There are liberal Republicans out there just as there are people of all stripes.

But apparently, conservatives in Hollywood and other media centers are stepping out of the shadows. Andrew Klavan is quoted in second article saying “a spate of recent political movies like Rendition and Redaction also strengthened the conservative cause.

‘These movies are genuinely anti-American. Never before have we had anti-war movies made while our troops were at war. Many people like me were ashamed of the industry, and there’s been a bit of a backlash.'”

Klavan also has a post cheering a new blog, Big Hollywood, run by popular blogger Andrew Breitbart.

The Dead Whisper On, by T. L. Hines

This is the second published novel by T. L. Hines. It’s a stand-alone, not a sequel to his previous book, Waking Lazarus, which I reviewed a few days ago.

The hero of The Dead Whisper On is Candace “Canada” MacHugh, of Butte, Montana. The product of a broken home, embittered by the early death of her beloved father, estranged from her mother, she worked first (like her father) in Butte’s mines, before they shut down. Now she’s a garbage collector. She lives a packrat life in her late father’s trailer, and drives his old car. She’s aimless and depressed.

And then, one day, from out of the shadows, she hears her father’s voice speaking to her. He wants her to make contact with certain people, who will recruit her into a secret organization. That organization, he says, is devoted to fighting evil and to saving humanity from a terrible threat.

She does what he asks. Why wouldn’t she do what her father wants? But as she learns her new duties, she has trouble making sense of her assignments. And she learns that she’s being pursued, hunted—by a strange, man-like thing that cannot be killed, a monster of Jewish folklore called a golem. In confronting that supernatural antagonist, she will learn secrets that may save—or destroy—her home city.

I was, frankly, a little disappointed with this book. I had hoped to see more growth in Hines’ technique. All in all I rate this book slightly lower than Waking Lazarus. There’s only one fully developed character in The Dead Whisper On—Canada herself. Everybody else seemed pretty sketchy to me. In the later part of the novel Hines brings on a collection of Butte miners who are intended to be colorful. But colorful in itself isn’t enough. You need to establish the characters in the readers’ minds. They all kind of coalesced in my memory, and Hines didn’t help me by offering a lot of differentiation.

The final action centers on a plan by Canada to save the city through a fairly elaborate operation involving explosives and mining technology. For all I know, the plan may be realistic and based on solid engineering principles, but it seemed kind of out there to me, reading as a layman. Maybe other, more knowledgeable, readers had less trouble with that.

My guess (and such guesses are frequently wrong) is that Hines wrote this novel under a fair amount of time pressure from his publisher, and wasn’t able to develop his concept as well as he’d have liked. (Been in those parts myself.)

I still recommend it, especially for those looking for a G-Rated alternative to Dean Koontz. But I hope Hines develops the promise of the first novel a little more in the next one.

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