Friday, December 29, 2006
The history of the Iraq War and the Bush Administration? Hum, No.
Actually, it's Lord Norwich's Byzantium. I just finished the first volume, "The Early Centuries", and have started the second, "The Apogee". I am at the point where Basil the Macedonian, in a plot to grab the imperial Byzantine throne, has finished murdering his buddy and friend, the last dynast of the Amorians, Michael III (aka "The Sot"). Actually, Basil wasn't Macedonian but instead an Armenian; he had only lived in Macedonia for a short time, and he spoke Greek with a heavy Armenian accent.
Confusing? Well, let me put it this way: when reading Byzantine history, one has to pay very close attention.
So far my only complaints about Lord Norwich's history are: firstly, his contempt for Xnty is barely disguised — although he is, for some reason, more laudatory of Islam — and secondly, he simply makes no serious effort to help his reader fully understand the reasons behind some of the religious controversies in the eastern church, controversies which were so important in Byzantine history. Like a good Modernist, he simply throws up his hands and says it's all quite "impossible" to understand. Furthermore, there were a couple of spots where I thought he was getting things simply flat-out wrong. For example, he mistakenly labeled the Paulicians a Xtian sect, when in fact they were just another recrudescence of Gnosticism, an altogether different thing, which back in the Middle Ages would pop up in various times and places, decked out in different styles and flavors. Gnosticism is still around even today and has never really gone away — just check around the local big-chain bookstores to see what I mean. Academe and writers of cheesy novels especially love Gnosticism. However, understanding the distinction between Gnosticism and Xnty was just too subtle for Lord Norwich apparently. But other than that, I found his Byzantium to be well written and very engrossing.
[addendum] I finished the second volume, but I am going to take a short break before tackling Lord Norwich's third book in the series, "The Decline and Fall". One can overdose on this stuff. I do have something to say to those in the Catholic and Orthodox churches who still are hankering for a return to the old Constantinian amalgamation of church and state: sorry, but no, thank you. Byzantium was where that old arrangement existed in spades, and besides corrupting the church, it never really worked right.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Sunday, November 26, 2006
It was the most relentlessly depressing book I've read in a long time. But Steyn writes with such wit and sardonic humor, even with dealing with gloomy topics, that it was a very enjoyable book to read. I highly recommend it. Demand it from your local library so that others can enjoy it as well, or else be sure to pick it up at your favorite bookseller. Share it with others when you're done.
Oh, by the way, if you like European vacations — visiting famous museums, seeing great art, admiring gothic cathedrals, pilgrimaging to famous shrines, dining at fabulous cafes and restaurants, seeing the beautiful sights, etc., all in comparative safety — well, you had better boogie and get your kicks in now while there is anything left that can recognizably be called Europe, because soon all of it will be gone. Totally. Utterly. Gone. It'll be history just like Nineveh and Babylon are history. It'll be gone just like the Hittite civilization is gone.
Gone, as in Ozymandias gone:
… Nothing beside remains: round the decayAnd Russia, poor drunken-in-an-oil-funded-stupor Russia, is literally aborting itself right out of existence. If there ever was a "Holy Mother Russia", it had better learn once again to be a mother and had better get some holiness, and right quickly, if there's going to be any Russia left at all. For starters, if you ask me, they need to kick out of office that materialistic, one-dimensional-minded, KGB apparatchik goon they have for a president. It might help.
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Be sure to read Steyn's book to understand better what I mean.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Title: The Great Turning, From Empire to Earth Community
Author: David C. Korten
A few days ago I picked up from the public library a book by David C. Korten.
I highly recommend Korten's book if you want to quaff down a heady draught of Dawning-of-the-Age-of-Aquarius political thinking, the kind that tends to grow up in the misty lands of the Puget Sound, which heavily gets discussed by blogliobibuli over steaming lattes at Starbucks. Now Korten bills himself, on the book cover, as "a co-founder and board chair of the Positive Futures Network" (which publishes YES! Magazine from Bainbridge Island, WA), the "founder and president of the People Centered Development Forum", "an associate of the International Forum on Globalization", and "a member of the Club of Rome".
Yes, those are impressive credentials. Club of Rome, no less! I am sure he gets to hobnob with the powerful and well-to-do … while nobodies like me get to live, in run-down single-wides in flyover country.
On the book's dedication page, Korten says:
Dedicated To … George W. Bush, whose administration exposed to full view the imperial shadow side of U.S. Democracy, stripped away the last of the illusions of my childhood innocence, and compelled me to write this book.Beyond all doubt, Korten must have felt so violated as regards to his innocence. But at least he thanked Bush, because without him this magnificent book might never have been written. And considering that there's a whole chapter in the book that begins with the title "When God Was a Woman", it's easy to get a feel for the general direction the book will going: to wit, those aweful Bible clingers are the real cause for all the problems in world … you know, what with that awful patriarchal Hebrew God of theirs, and all that.
At the start of the book, there are four pages of "Praise for The Great Turning", which contains effusive encomia, written by 22 different people, extolling this book's greatness. For example, here's what Matthew Fox, the very spiritual theologian and educator, had to say:
Employing history, psychology, economics, spirituality, and common sense, Korten not only critiques the dilemma we are in as a species, he also shows us doable and workable ways out of our morass. He has created a tour de force — a call to compassion as much as a blueprint for survival. This book is a kind of Bible to the 21st Century, a revelation of where we might travel if we have the moral imagination and the courage to choose and act wisely.Another person, Jan Roberts, said "THIS is the book we have been waiting for!" Still another, Bill Knuth, said "Brilliant. Challenging. Inspiring. Practical. Spiritual. Intelligent. Once again, David Korten challenges us with his keen analysis and elegant wisdom …" Even Congressman Dennis J. Kucinich weighs in with "David Korten has presented a clear blueprint for a powerful emerging majority."
As we can see, THIS is the book that momentarily left Bill Knuth so thunderstruck he was reduced to uttering one word sentences. And the rest of Korten's admirers are equally besides themselves with the marvelousness of his book.
But somehow I have the feeling I won't get treated too well by that "powerful emerging majority" Kucinich was alluding to.
Gosh, to have a command of so many diverse fields, to have such praise from so many of the world's cognoscenti, David C. Korten must be a prodigious polymath, and maybe even a Supreme Guru on his way to becoming an Ascended Master. Wow, if Matthew Fox thinks his book is the Bible for the 21st Century, I guess we can throw away our old ones; for David C. Korten must have come down from Mt. Sinai, amid the thick darkness and the lightnings and thunders, and the voice of a trumpet, with an entirely new revelation: Worship the Golden Calf.
Friday, September 08, 2006
Priest Lake drains at its south end through the Priest River, which connects with the Pend Oreille which flows northward to Canada. Unfortunately, there were some fires going, out beyond the northern tip of the lake, which had the effect of making the air very hazy, giving the Selkirk Mountains a rather abstract look.
The entire area around Priest Lake is "so Idaho", quite mountainous or hilly, heavily forested, but punctuated with a meadow or marsh here and there. Now if you are a lover of the hustle bustle of city life, do avoid the area because you'll find little that is interesting there, unless looking at every variety of conifer under the sun constitutes excitement for you. And if you like sightseeing and visiting lots of curious tourist traps, along with extravagant restaurants, well, the Priest Lake really doesn't have any of that.
In fact, the Priest Lake area is rather sparsely populated, even by Idaho standards. If soul-searing isolation is something you love, well, I recommend Priest Lake. There's only one road in and out, state highway 57. If you have a heart attack, count yourself dead because it's a long way to the nearest fully equipped hospital.
Elkins Resort was nothing terribly fancy. It had a marina, along with boat slips that looked a hundred years old, and some nice narrow beaches. You can rent boats, canoes, and bicycles. And it did have an excellent dining room, although a little on the expensive side. The "huckleberry whiskey barbeque chicken" was very tasty. But my recommendation is to bring most of your own food and drink. Many of the cabins are equipped with a stove, refrigerator, and microwave. But there are simply not that many nice restaurants in the area. Most of the boat marinas, here and there around the lake, however do have cafes, of varying quality. But remember it's Land-In-Between; expect things to be rough.
Addendum: A little east of the Selkirk Mountains is a specially protected area set aside as habitat for the mountain caribou. Consequently, it is off limits from many recreational uses. According to one of the locals, however, the mountain caribou no longer actually live there; and over the last ten years only two had ever been spotted. "Were they all dead?" I asked. "No, they just migrated up to Canada," was the explanation. Well, I guess they threatened to move to Canada if George Bush got elected, which explains it.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Today, my wife and I had an enjoyable time at the Farmers' Market, which is held on Saturdays not far from where we live, here in Land-In-Between, in a grove of tall ponderosa pine adjacent to a small industrial park. We bought some lemon cucumbers, and also some organically grown apples, about the most perfect looking apples I've ever seen, and very tasty too. There was some fellow with a guitar and harmonica up on a small stage, playing some jazzy outdoor music which added greatly to the pleasantness of the place. And indeed, the place was more crowded than usual and very lively. I had a good time.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Monday, May 29, 2006
Title: Teresa of Ávila
Author: Shirley du Boulay
I just finished reading Shirley du Boulay's book "Teresa of Ávila—An Extraordinary Life". I had previously read St. Teresa's own autobiography, but Boulay's biography covers her entire life and fills in several details that I did not know about. For example, Teresa did a good deal of traveling all over Spain, and considering just how difficult traveling was in the 16th Century, her journeys were often feats of endurance. Boulay's book was very well written and quite vivid, and it kept its attention squarely fixed on the person within the context wherein she live, and best of all, it refrained from trying to conscript St. Teresa into serving some sort of 21st Century political purpose.
St. Teresa of Ávila, who canonized in 1622 and was later declared the "patroness of Spain" in 1812, had a very active and extraordinary life, to say the least. And, in many ways, her life was very far-removed from my own: I'm a 21st Century "charismatic" (for lack of a better term), and she was a 16th Century Spanish Catholic "mystic" and foundress of numerous Discalced Carmelite convents. That's a pretty wide gap in fact, but nevertheless, for some strange reason, I found her life fascinating, and although she had some rather beyond-this-world experiences — and I'm one of those persons who doesn't have too much trouble accepting the possibility of beyond-this-world experiences — Teresa always seemed very lively, witty, humorous, practical, and down to earth in many ways.
However, the thing that was shocking to me was how veneration of relics got a little out of hand especially with regard to Teresa after she died in October of 1582. Over the course of time, her body, to put it crudely, was pretty much carved up and spread all over the landscape, with pieces here and pieces there, even if it was done with the best of intentions. As regards to the resurrection of the dead, well, even so, it presents no difficulties. In any case, I imagine that the Catholic Church is nowadays a little more strict about how these matters are conducted. By the way, I remember finding the website of an organization dedicated to stopping the illicit trade in relics.
I do recommend Boulay's biography. I picked it up at Borders Books just recently.
Addendum: Of course, everyone is familiar with Bernini's erotically overwrought depiction of Teresa's "transverberation". And it's funny but I also vaguely remember seeing long ago a movie about some Spaniards stealthily hauling a really big cannon to go blow some holes in the walls of a city occupied by soldiers of Napoleon. They were doing it for Santa Teresa, if I remember it rightly. Or at least they were invoking her help in driving Napoleon out of Spain. I'm not completely sure which, but I'm pretty sure St. Teresa was somewhere in the movie. But it was helpful for the Spaniards to have the cannon, and the French general had a rather surprised expression on his face when he saw it.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Title: A Church In Search of Itself
Author: Robert Blair Kaiser
This week I took a look at Robert Blair Kaiser's book "A Church In Search of Itself", which I picked up from the "new book shelf" at the nearby public library, mostly out of curiosity. Kaiser is currently the editor of the website Just Good Company, which describes itself as a "A Cyberjournal of Religion and Culture". And in times past, Kaiser had been a "religion reporter" for the NY Times, Time, and CBS, at least according to the blurb on the book's dust cover. And the website says he now "lives and works in Rome as a reporter and editor for Newsweek magazine and The Tablet".
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Title: Talk To The Hand
Author: Lynn Truss
I recommend Lynn Truss's book "Talk To The Hand: The Utter Bloody Rudeness of the World Today, or Six Good Reasons to Stay Home and Bolt the Door". Truss is a good writer with a smooth, concise style, which is well punctuated, of course. She is not only humorous and sometimes guffaw provoking but also perceptive. I wish I could emulate her writing style, for it is excellent.
One word of caution: since Truss deals with the subject of rudeness, of necessity she has to cover the topic of foul language and its prevalence in society. She does manage, delicately, to handle the subject without letting things get too coarse. But I should point out that she does use minced versions of some bad words.
Monday, February 13, 2006
A Book ReviewTitle: Mencken — The American Iconclast
Subtitle: The Life and Times of the Bad Boy of Baltimore
Author: Elizabeth Roger
Mencken was a wag and influential newspaperman who admired Nietzsche, imbibed Huxley, and despised Bible-believing xtians, especially evangelicals and "holy rollers" (such as myself, though I really don't do that much rolling). Though despising them, yet for some strange reason, he was also fascinated by them. Also, he smoked cigars and was something of a roué who wasn't above callously jilting someone.
Just those two things tell me a lot. In many ways, Mencken was a thoroughly modern man. I recall many years ago a high school teacher telling me that she thought my writing style, at the time, reminded her of Mencken's. She gave me a book having some of his selected essays, which I read. I remember finding him humorous and witty, scornfully so, but only mildly interesting. His writing also seemed insubstantial and not really going anywhere — like someone obsessively talking about an itch he has and doing so with a perpetual sneer on his face. I never read much of him after that.
But he was a notable character back in early 20th Century America, and so I'd thought I might read up on him a little bit. He was a contemporary of Aimee Semple McPherson, although the book doesn't say very much about what Mencken might have said or thought about her specifically, although I heard that he came to her defense when she was being prosecuted by the district attorney regarding the famous "kidnapping" episode.
Anyhow, I have Marion Elizabeth Roger's recent biography of his life. On the front cover is a flash photo of him quaffing a beer. I guess he was celebrating something. The End of Prohibition perhaps? Roger's biography was pretty well written, though in places I suspect she "imaginatively" supplies some interpolative details to grease the gears of her narration.
After getting one-third the way through the 553 pages of Roger's book, I decided to call it quits. It wasn't because her biography was anything less than comprehensive and well written. If someone is a Mencken fan, then I would definitely recommend her biography of his life. But honestly speaking, I just didn't find H.L. Mencken all that interesting a person to read about. Yes, indeed, in his day he was a influential journalist with a smart-aleck attitude, sometimes witty and humorous. But also combined with it was an ineradicable arrogance and an inelastic conviction of his own intellectual superiority to the mass of his fellow men. I guess he got that from imbibing too much Nietzsche and Social Darwinism. Occasionally, he was given over to visceral antipathies. It seemed to me his hatred of William Jennings Bryan was pretty close to being downright pathological. I guess it would be comparable to the "Bush Derangement Syndrome" often found among the loonier portions of today's Left.
But his antipathies weren't just limited to Bryan. After reading instance after instance where he is calling someone or another a "mountebank", or denouncing this and that, even if in differing and clever ways, still, it all gets to be rather threadbare after awhile. Invective, even if combined with a clever turn of phrase or bon mot, can get very tiresome. More than anything else, I found him a boring subject and what he had to say so much wind. Plowing through all 553 pages of Roger's biography just didn't seem worth the effort.