Sunday, May 31, 2009

A Yankee’s Favorite Books About the South – Starting Tomorrow

A five-part series of daily posts, “A Yankee’s Favorite Books About the South,” begins tomorrow on One-Minute Book Reviews. The books scheduled for review are:

Monday – Eudora Welty’s novella, The Ponder Heart

Tuesday – Willie Morris’s memoir, North Toward Home

Wednesday – Flannery O’Connor’s essay collection, Mystery and Manners

Thursday – Peter Taylor’s novel, A Summons to Memphis

Friday (two posts): No. 1: David C. Barnette’s book of Southern humor, How to Be a Mobilian and No. 2: The Runners-up, or More of My Favorite Books About the South or, Yes, I Like Gone With the Wind, Too

Parts of this series appeared in different form in the Mobile Press-Register.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Book Review: A River Runs through it

Just finished reading Norman Maclean’s, A River Runs through it.

Beautifully written. Maclean, a naturally gifted storyteller, writes a story of two brothers spending their last fishing trip together, and through their complex relationship and the natural beauty of western Montana, offers a fountain of profundities. Acerbic and vivid, Maclean’s prose is just as graceful as a four-count rhythm. I have a newfound admiration for fly-fishing.

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“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.”

Friday, May 29, 2009

BOOK REVIEW: Alexandria by Lindsey Davis

Alexandria is the 19th outing for the intrepid Marcus Didius Falco. Davis writes in the first person and Falco is our amiable and sardonic guide. The wryly witty Falco has grown assured and comfortable with himself over the years. He’s married now and the father of 2 girls with a third child on the way. His wife, Helena Justina, is the daughter of a Roman senator and he greatly respects her and her intelligence. The story of his private life with Helena – she was married when they first met and loathed each other on sight – tells so much of Roman life. I highly recommend reading all the books – just the story of Falco and Helena will make it worth your while. Now, as his personal life has become that of a settled man, a father and a husband, the mysteries have also changed. The last few have seen him and his little family traveling outside Rome to places like Delphi in Greece.

As the book opens, Falco, his little family and his restless brother-in-law Aulus are arriving in Alexandria, still the most valued center of learning in the ancient world. They intend to do some sightseeing and try and get Aulus accepted into the Museion. Rumor says Falco is also here on Vespasian’s errand, (before anyone goes running to check, the year is 77AD, about 100 years after the death of Julius Caesar) and more than one person is worried by his presence. Falco’s very real vacation plans get sidetracked when the Head Librarian of the Great Library, Theon, a dinner guest at his uncle’s house the previous night, is found dead at his desk in a locked office.

The Prefect of Egypt asks Falco to investigate, not a request Falco can refuse. Since the Prefect figures he’s already on the Emperor’s payroll, he doesn’t deserve any extra payment, but the wily Falco gets ‘expenses’ – in advance. By the time Falco gets to the scene of the crime, if a crime it was, the body is gone, the site cleared up and the centurion, Tenax, the man stuck with the initial investigation, is his only ‘eye witness’ account of the discovery.

Falco’s investigation runs smack into the self-important, back-stabbing upper echelon of the Museion. Naturally, like the scholars they are, they start lying immediately, especially Philetus, the Director and technically Theon’s boss. Just finding the body sends Falco chasing all over before it was finally admitted there was an illegal necropsy being performed by the head zoo keeper, Philadelphion, and his assistants, Chaereas and Chaeteas. Since it was highly illegal, it was well attended by the students – and Falco and Aulus. Often at loose ends, Aulus has taken to acting as Falco’s assistant, a not very socially acceptable pastime for a senator’s son.

The necropsy shows something that a simple physical examination of the body would not have shown – laurel leaves in Theon’s digestive tract. Laurel was woven into the wreaths that his uncle had for his guests the night before, but surely a man as learned as Theon knew not to eat them – unless it was a suicide. Strange time and place for that – and why?

Sitting in on the daily meeting of the Museion’s directors – with Helena at his side ostensibly to take notes because Falco ‘hurt his hand’, leads Falco to speculate there is some fiddling with the accounts. He is refused a copy of the figures. Interviews with Philadelphion reveal little, other than he was a flirt with an eye for the ladies. Even pregnant ones like Helene. Aulus finds the slave who cleaned Theon’s office after his death – at the order of Nicanor – the head of the law department, one of the Museion directors. And try as he might, Falco is having great trouble getting Nicanor alone for an interview. To make a bad day complete, Falco’s much unloved father – a man infamous for his dealing in fake antiquities – shows up at his uncle’s house, and is surprisingly welcome. Why would Fulvius, his maternal uncle and dear old Pa be friends?

An interview with the Timosthenes, Librarian at the Library at Seraprion, called the Daughter Library and the one available to the public, reveals that Aulus was accepted because of Falco! Philetus, the Director of the Museion is terrified of whatever Vespasian has sent Falco to investigate. Now Falco REALLY wants to get his hands on that budgetary document. The other tidbit was the scroll count. Timosthenes readily admits to wanting the post at the Great Library, but does think he has a chance. He is not a famed scholar, but an administrator, so his chance is slight despite his obvious qualifications, plus his managing techniques are different. They had just done a scroll count. As a public library they exercise far greater care than at the Great Library where only staff, accredited visiting scholars and the 30-40 scholar students admitted to the Museion had access.

Falco is pulled inexorably to the scroll counts and vastly different estimates he’s been given – anywhere from 400,000 to 700,000 scrolls in the Great Library. Falco and Helena take a long ride around the inland lake, Mareotis, to discuss the case. While Falco was out investigating, Helena had been chatting up Cassius, the life partner of Fulvius. A self taught scholar, he knew there was friction between Theon and Philetus regarding disposition of the old scrolls and duplicates in the Great Library. They were at odds over the value of keeping them. Philadelphius, the zoo keeper, felt the natural sciences were not getting enough funding or international recognition, Zenon, the astronomer, felt the planets were of greater value than animals and resents the funding given to the zoo – and he seemed to have some hold over Philetus thanks to those missing budget reports Falco tried to snag a copy of. And the ever elusive Nicanor the lawyer lusts for the mistress of Philadelphion, Roxana. In short, it wasn’t all that different from any university today. The hot winds send the two hurrying home and there sits Katutis, the man who claimed to be a guide and was more likely a spy of some sort, still loitering outside his uncle’s house.

Unexpectedly, Nicanor is at the house waiting for him. After avoiding him, Falco is surprised he had shown up voluntarily. He’s in for a bigger shock when Nicanor offers him a bribe to influence the choice for next Head Librarian made by the Prefect of Egypt. A lawyer was trying to bribe an informer? And why would Falco be seen as having influence? Aparently Roxane isn’t all Nicanor is lusting after.

The news of the short list for Head Librarian has Falco heading out that evening to the Museion to see what was getting gossiped about. Timosthenes took being left off the list very badly, storming from the meeting. Falco no more than arrives at the Museion when a woman’s scream sends him heading toward the zoo. The giant crocodile, Sobek, is loose from his enclosure, lured out by a slaughtered goat, be he’d rather go after Falco. The screams of Roxana finally bring Thalia (an old friend of Falco’s and Helena’s known for exotic dancing, among other things), Philadelphion and his two helpers, Aulus and some scholars. The dead body that was Aulus’ friend, the young student scholar Heras. Exhausted from wrestling with the croc and the shock of death affecting Aulus, the two head back without even asking questions.

Early next morning, bruised and sore from the night before, Falco and Helena head back to the Museion and zoo, stopping at Thalia’s tent to talk. They come away feeling their old friend is either hiding something or lying outright. Neither is very palatable. The two zoo keepers helpers (I took to calling them the Cheetos) seem intent on blaming the dead Heras for taunting Sobek with the dead goat – a very unlikely occurrence. And strangely they tell exactly the same story.

Roxana tries to spins a tale, gets called on it and claims that the freed Sobek must have been meant for Philadelphion and let loose by the jealous Nicanor who not only wants the Librarian job but the lovely Roxana as well. Helena and Falco agree on one thing, the woman, like everyone else is lying. Another chat with the slippery Philetus yields little, but Falco’s parting thoughts are a gem.

“I left thinking how very much I would have liked to see Philetus dead, embalmed and mummified on a dusty shelf. If possible, I would consign him to a rather disreputable temple where they got the rites wrong. He festered. The man was only good for a long eternity of mould and decay.”

Falco chats with the centurion Tenax about any rumors of money fiddling at the Museion, but is told the Prefect doesn’t even try to oversee their accounts. He arrives back at the Museion – just as the strange man that had been at his uncles house the night before came out. It was odd, as a trader would have no call to be near the Museion. Falco and Aulus meet at the Library the disturbance inside can mean only thing – another body. It could have been natural causes, but a possible suicide, an ‘accident’ with an escaped croc and now a natural death is 3 too many to be believed, especially by Falco.

Finally Falco makes headway in his investigation – the man he keeps seeing is Diogenes, the scroll collector. Once again the circle comes back to scrolls and money. Unraveling the truth includes yet another death, this one gruesome, before Falco solves the crime – or more correctly a part of the crime. Thinking the matter settled, Falco, Helena and their little family finally get to see the pyramids and other sights before returning to Alexandria for their voyage home. Here Falco gets two key pieces of information that make him realize just how wrong he was. And while I worked out who did it long before Falco, it did take far longer than with most mysteries and the ending was good. And who saves Falco’s life is an interesting twist too.

For friends unfamiliar with Davis’ historical mystery series I have often described them as “Elvis Cole or Spenser in a toga”. It has many of the genre characteristics of the wise-cracking PI. Lindsey Davis supplements Falco character, a man who came up from poverty and has a jaundiced view of the bribery and corruption in the Roman bureaucracy, with the unique perspective of Helena, a Roman matron of a high rank, impeccable family and great education. She is a significant player in many of the books – and even more clever and perceptive than her husband in many ways. Throughout the series, Falco’s relationships with his mother, sisters, his usually absent Pa, Helena, her brothers, parents, his own extended family and friends, and the Emperor Vespasian and his two sons gives an interesting perspective on Roman life at many levels. Davis remains as fresh and sharp as ever in Alexandria.

Though Lindsey Davis is not always spot on with her books, Alexandria is a very strong entry in the Marcus Didius Falco series. It has a large cast of characters, so you’ll likely need the key characters list in the front of the book to help keep them straight. She and John Maddox Roberts, my other favorite Roman mystery author, always have one handy.  Lindsey Davis deftly creates characters, settings and atmosphere and still manages a very clever plot in a fast paced and an engagingly written tale. Sit back and enjoy the fruits of her considerable skills with this convoluted mystery yarn.

My Grade: A- (4.5*)

Who would enjoy this book: Fans of John Maddox Roberts SPQR series, Steven Saylor, and Elizabeth Peters’ Amelia Peabody series. The rating would be PG.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Suite Scarlett: A Chick Lit Wednesday Review

Maureen Johnson’s novel Suite Scarlett (2008) focuses on Scarlett Martin and her family who live in the Hopewell Hotel in the heart of New York City*. That might sound like a dream come true but just ask Scarlett about her fifteenth birthday and it’s easy to see the sometimes harsh realities that owning and running a hotel can really entail.

The Hopewell hotel has been around since 1929 and has belonged to the Hopewell family for just as long. While the hotel can’t compete with some of its ritzier neighbors in terms of luxuries on offer, the Hopewell does have some unique benefits including custom furnishings by a prestigious (fictional) Jazz Age designer, connections to the history of the city and its ever-glamorous theater life. In order to lower maintenance costs for the hotel, the Martins have come up with a unique tradition. On their fifteenth birthday every child receives a hotel suite thereby also inheriting the housekeeping duties and guest services connected to said suite.

Scarlett is pretty sure such duties will not do much to alleviate the dullness of her summer vacation since the Hopewell is always chronically under-booked. Unlike Scarlett, her siblings have a lot to manage this summer: Eighteen-year-old Lola is busy juggling family obligations, a job she loves, and a high maintenance boyfriend with an equally high balance in his bank account; eleven-year-old Marlene, the youngest Martin, does not share Scarlett’s summer doldrums since her survivor’s club keep her social calendar plenty full (have you been on a morning TV show yet?); meanwhile nineteen-year-old Spencer, a talented actor with a fondness for physical comedy is face with an ultimatum that could end his acting career before its even started.

Everything changes when the larger-than-life Mrs. Amberson checks into the Empire Suite (Scarlett’s suite) and takes her on an assistant in everything from running errands to getting reacquainted with the City and writing the biography of her life. Already swept up in Mrs. Amberson’s whirlwind, Scarlett also finds herself swept off her feet when she meets Eric the gorgeous fellow actor in a production of Hamlet that might just save Spencer’s career–if the show ever opens.

Suite Scarlett holds a lot of appeal for a variety of readers. Being a book by Maureen Johnson it is, of course, very funny. It also has many tidbits about New York that will interest anyone who has a special place for that big apple in their hearts. Most of all, this book has a lot of appeal for theater lovers. Before becoming a published novelist Johnson worked as a dramaturg in the theater world (a dramaturg basically being the person who makes sure every single aspect of a show runs smoothly while directors and other theater types focus less on the big picture). Johnson brings all of that knowledge to this book to really bring the theatrical world that Spencer and, by extension, Scarlett come to inhabit as the plot progresses.

While this story has a bit of romance and humor and excitement, it is really a novel about family, specifically siblings. Each of the Martin children are vibrantly described on the page. Spencer in particular is a character that readers will love to love. In fact, the only problem with Suite Scarlett is that with such an awesome brother as Spencer, Scarlett’s love interest Eric pales by comparison. All the same, this book has something for everyone and is sure to leave readers with a smile on their face.

*If you want to see New York City the way Scarlett lives it, you can check out Johnson’s interactive map of Scarlett’s New York.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Book Review: <em>Becoming Manny</em> by Jean Rhodes and Shawn Boburg

When Manny Ramirez played in Boston, I enjoyed watching him play and always thought he got a raw deal from the Red Sox fans & media who accused him of being selfish, lazy, and disruptive (among other things I can’t print here).  I always got the sense that Manny was shy and just wanted to play baseball well and not deal with the stresses of public scrutiny, which I can find understandable.  Becoming Manny: Inside the Life of Baseball’s Most Enigmatic Slugger (2009) by Jean Rhodes and Shawn Boburg confirms my understanding of Manny, although my esteem for him has fallen since he tested positive for performance enhancing drugs (ill-timed for the release of this book as well).

Still this is a well-written and informative biography, especially the parts about Manny’s early years before he reached the major leagues.  Rhodes is a psychologists and offers some great insights through he lens of Manny Ramirez of children of immigrants, the extremes of poverty and strong community in inner-city neighborhoods, and the life of youth athletes.  There is a special emphasis on coaches teachers, and friends who mentor young athletes.  In Manny’s case there are older and wiser men to guide him through most of his life, most importantly Carlos “Macaco” Ferreira a Little League coach and lifelong friend.

Manny-lovers and more importantly Manny-haters should check this book out.  It’s an excellent example of baseball biography at it’s best.

Becoming Manny : inside the life of baseball’s most enigmatic slugger / Jean Rhodes and Shawn Boburg.

Publisher: New York : Scribner, 2009.

ISBN: 9781416577065

1416577068

Description:304 p. : ill. ; 24 cm.

Edition: 1st Scribner hardcover ed.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Waiting for Her Ship to Come in: Penelope's Perspective

The Penelopiad: The Myth of Penelope and Odysseus

by

Margaret Atwood

rating: 5 of 5 stars

Amongst the weed-encroached fields of literary resuscitation of another author’s characters, Atwood’s usurpation of Penelope from the tallow-smeared hands of Homer proves to be the olive tree growing amid the nettles.

Acclaimed as the most faithful wife, awaiting for twenty years the return of Odysseus, Penelope in Atwood’s hands takes umbrage at being used as a measuring stick used to delineate and beat a woman into obedience and ever-faithful wifery. Providing a counterpoint to The Odyssey by filling in the home-bound gaps of the epic, Atwood regales us Greek-style with a fleshed out and out-of-flesh Penelope and the Chorus of her twelve hanged maidens, shades that sing – sometimes in an idyll or ballad, but also as an anthropologic lecture and courtroom drama – against their brutal slaying at the hands of Odysseus. Displaying the cleverness attributed her, but also the emotional wreck that Odysseus left in his wake to pursue glory and keep a vow, Penelope provides a posthumous look at her story; wading through fields of Asphodel in Hades, commenting snarkily or with a note of lament, she weaves the happenings that were overlooked or misinterpreted in Homer’s epic back into the story, all the while, her hanged maidens rant and rhyme comedically and rather viciously about all who had a hand in their demise, but especially their executioner.

Atwood’s style is engaging, humorous, a tad bit acerbic, but she never lets Penelope drift into a serious bout of woe-is-me or shrewishness, even when being compared and overshadowed (even in death, as much as shades can generate a shadow that is) by her cousin Helen of Troy. The chorus of hanged maidens is downright funny, as is Penelope’s limited perspective on the changing times, not to mention the acidic commentary she occasionally directs at the gods. Atwood’s syntax and tale construction astounded me with their complexity and clarity and ingenuity. Any reading of The Odyssey would benefit from this supplemental interpretation, if not for the previous reasons, then for the burlesque commentary it offers after engaging with one of our foundational literary works.

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Sunday, May 24, 2009

God's Workings

There is a story related about a young man named Nicholaus von Zinzendorf*:

“As a young man, Count von Zinzendorf visited an art gallery in Germany.  Admiring the various, priceless paintings, he was suddenly transfixed by one.  As the curator of the art gallery made his rounds, he noticed this young man gazing intently at that painting hour after hour.  Finally when it came time to close the gallery, the young Count was still there.  At last the curator went to him and put his hand on his shoulder.  He was about to tell him that he must leave when he saw tears streaming down the young man’s cheeks.  There in front of Count von Zinzendorf was a magnificient painting of the slain Lamb of God beneath which were the Words, ‘All this I did for thee.  What hast thou done for Me?’  Before that painting [a depiction!] of the crucified Christ, the Holy Spirit spoke; and Nicholas von Zinzendorf from that day had a broken heart.

“What is a true heart?  It is a heart that is broken, broken from self and offered up to God.”

It has been said that “possibly the purest of all revivals was that which took place among the Moravians under the leadership of Count von Zinzendorf.  And what was the key to that great movement of God?  The key was the worship of the slain Lamb.”

As I read this account, it reminded me of a similar story with which I am very familiar recounted about the beloved Frances Ridley Havergal, the English hymnwriter and consecration poet*:

Frances’ well-known hymn, ‘I gave my life for thee,’ was written in Germany, 1858.  She had come in weary and sat down opposite a picture with this motto.  At once the lines flashed upon her, and she wrote them in pencil on a scrap of paper.  Reading them over, they did not satisfy her.  She tossed them into the fire, but they fell out untouched!  Showing them some months after to her father, he encouraged her to preserve them, and wrote the tune “Baca” specially for them.

One can not help but wonder if these two dear servants of God gazed upon the same picture with similar results–surrendering themselves unreservedly to God and His purposes by the workings of the Holy Spirit!  Both Frances and the Count saw the picture in Germany, and the theme and meaning of the picture and its title left lasting impressions on their souls.   Here is Frances’ hymn, still sung today in many Churches from their hymnals:

‘I did this for thee!  What hast thou 

                       done for Me?’

                  

(MOTTO PLACED UNDER A PICTURE OF OUR

SAVIOUR IN THE STUDY OF A GERMAN DIVINE.)

I gave My life for thee,                                       Gal. 2:20

   My precious blood I shed,                            1 Pet. 1:19   

That thou might’st ransomed be,                    Eph. 1:7

   And quickened from the dead.                     Eph. 2:1

I gave My life for thee;                                        Tit. 2:14

What hast thou given for Me?                          John 21:15-17

I spent long years for thee                               1 Tim. 1:15

   In weariness and woe,                                     Isa. 53:3

That an eternity                                                    John 17:24

   Of  joy thou mightest know.                          John 16:22

I spent long years for thee;                              John 1:10, 11

Hast thou spent one for me?                           1 Pet. 4:2

My father’s home of light,                                 John 17:5

   My rainbow-circled throne,                         Rev. 4:3

I left, for earthly night,                                      Phil. 2:7

   For wanderings sad and lone.                      Matt. 7:20

I left it all for thee:                                              2 Cor. 8:9

Hast thou left aught for Me?                            Luke 10:29

I suffered much for thee,                                  Isa. 53:9

   More than thy tongue may tell,                  Matt. 26:39

Of bitterest agony,                                               Luke 22:44

   To rescue thee from hell.                               Rom. 5:9

I suffered much for thee;                                 1Pet. 2:21-24

What canst thou bear for Me?                         Rom. 8:17, 18

And I have brought to thee,                            John 4:10, 14

Down from my Home above,                          John 3:13

Salvation full and free,                                       Rev. 21:6

My pardon and My love.                                   Acts 5:31

Great gifts I brought to thee;                           Ps. 68:18

What hast thou brought to Me?                      Rom. 8:17, 18

Oh, let thy life be given,                                     Rom. 6:13

   Thy years for Him be spent,                         2 Cor. 5:15

World-fetters all be riven,                                 Phil. 3:8

   And joy with suffering blent;                       1 Pet. 4:13-16

I gave Myself for thee:                                         Eph. 5:2           

Give thou thyself to Me!                                      Pro. 23:28

What beautiful thoughts and words given to God’s people.  Frances, being dead, yet speaketh!

*HOW TO WORSHIP JESUS CHRIST,

Joseph S. Carroll (1984), Moody Press, Chicago

*MEMORIALS; THE POETICAL WORKS,

Frances Ridley Havergal

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Review: Where God Happens

I have found in conversation, that many who are the most frustrated with the Archbishop of Canterbury are people who have not read his sermons, speeches, lectures and books. If I’ve heard it once I’ve heard it a hundred times: “Why doesn’t Rowan DO or SAY something?” What is most exasperating for me is that I know that Rowan has said things. It seems that not many are listening closely.

Where then should one start to get a feel for how ++Williams is acting and speaking? What is his “strategy?” Is he merely a sadly inept leader? Is he a master manipulator? Is he straddling the fence, trying to please everyone? At times, perhaps ++Williams has not been as charismatic as may have been needed. It is not my intention to claim he is perfect and beyond reproach; but I feel nonetheless that what is lacking is a careful reading of what he has been saying.

Among other things, at the most recent Primates Meeting he urged prayer and contemplation. Just a few months ago he urged taking wisdom from the monastics and the desert fathers/mothers. Where might we begin to get a feel for how he believes this might work out in practice?

I recommend his book which just came out in 2005: “Where God Happens: Discovering Christ in One Another” It is a series of lectures that he gave to the World Community of Christian Meditation on the desert fathers and mothers. At a piddly 121 pages (174 including some desert sayings and index) it is a quick read, but not a light one.

In the first chapter – “Life, Death and Neighbor” Rowan walks us through a particularly unique read of the way in which the desert monastics saw that discipleship and holiness only occurs in community. Yet the case in convincing, especially since only in rare instances were any monastics completely alone. They usually resided in communities and even those who were more separated were visited often by people seeking wisdom. He quotes Anthony the Great:

“Our life and death is with our neighbor. If we win our brother, we win God. If we cause our brother to stumble, we have sinned against Christ”

In similar fashion he looks at this quote of John the Dwarf:

“You don’t build a house by starting with the roof and working down. You start with the foundation.”

They said, “What does this mean?”

He said, “The foundation is our neighbor whom we must win. The neighbor is where we start. Every commandment of Christ depends on this”

Using quotes like this Rowan begins to show how “death” is connected to the conversion of the neighbor. All this is to say that we are putting our neighbor in touch with God, and our interaction with them is also this saving grace. The famous monk Moses says “If you are occupied with your own faults, you have no time to see those of your neighbors” and “The monk must die to his neighbor and never judge him at all in any way whatever”

In quick and simple prose (which if you have read his “theology” proper, is not a thing you imagine him doing much of…simple anything!) he breezes us through how the monk sees his relationship to other people. It is by the relentless self-examination and refusal to self-justify and judge others that the monk is able to grow into the holy person God is calling them to be.

In the second chapter “Silence and Honeycakes” Rowan recalls a tale of two very different monks. A person seeking out the wisdom of the fathers is sent to one, who doesn’t speak at all. In frustration he turns to yet another great monk, who greets him heartily, prepares food and extends hospitality. In the end, the point is not that the one is a bad monk and the other good, but that there is that part of each of us that God has made utterly unique, that nobody else can be and do, and part of this “dying to the neighbor” “not judging” and “self-examination” is not becoming austere in some abstract sense, but growing more and more into the person who God is calling one to be.

We can of course see this in scripture. Take Ephesians for example, and the listing of those special gifts which the God gives for the training and building of his body. He asks:

“What would the Church be like if it were indeed a community not only where each saw his or her vocation as primarily to put the neighbor in touch with God but where it was possible to engage each other in this kind of quest for the truth of oneself, without fear, without expectation of being despised or condemned for not having a standard or acceptable spiritual life”

All this is not to say that he gives into some blurry “liberal” idea of “who we are” is affirmed completely. Absolutely not he says. Often those parts of us that seem to be an integral part of “who we are” are really in need of reforming. Nobody is affirmed as they are, but accepted in Christ. Part of discovering these parts of us that need pruning and turning is having the space where we are “free” to grow and admit that we fall short.

He finishes the chapter with reflections on the Eastern Orthodox theologian Vladimir Lossky and his differentiation between the “individual” and the “personal,” and how it relates to God as Trinity.

In the third chapter, “Fleeing,” ++Williams examines just what the fathers said we should “flee” from. We should flee from “thoughts” (a rather technical term in monastic lit. for the chains of obsessional fantasy that can take over our inner life p71), from status, dignity and speech. This too is not fleeing from ones neighbor, but is involved in winning them. When we are concerned with speaking our enlightened (biblical?) perspectives, our insights into others spiritual lives – which tend to elevate our own spiritual prowess in the mind of some – even if we spoke the “truth” we often cut off the struggle for that person, the struggle out of which comes a new depth and sense of truth.

And finally in the fourth section of the book: “Staying” Rowan shows us how the desert fathers felt that it was weak monks who, when they were running up against a wall, would leave and try their hand at monasticism in another place – perhaps a place more congenial to how they are now. By “staying” the monks were confronted by the drudgery, boredom, frustration and anger of life as it is. The running away is a refusal to live in Christian patience and charity, to confront their demons and live in reconciliation with God, themselves, and their neighbors.

There is so much more to this solid “little” book, I wanted only to give a shell of the themes in it. I highly recommend it to all in the Anglican Communion. Especially those who feel that Rowan is not stepping up as a “leader.” Of course everyone will be enriched by this book, it need not only be for Anglicans.

For further study of his “leadership style” I would say look at “Christ On Trial: How the Gospel Unsettles our Judgment”, “Resurrection: Interpreting the Easter Gospel” and “Wound of Knowledge: Christian Spirituality from the NT to St. John of the Cross”

Friday, May 22, 2009

BABY PROOF

 BABY PROOF by EMILY GIFFIN

Well it’s been awhile since my last book review. This is mostly because I haven’t been reading much of anything lately since The Queen of Babble Gets Hitched. However, two days ago I decided to finally pick up a book and get back into reading; take a little break from my writing, and hopefully become even more inspired. After many attempts at my bookshelf in choosing my next read, I finally decided on Baby Proof.  I’ve gotten so many negative reviews from friends who have read this, probably more disappointed because to them it did not live up to Emily Giffin’s, Something Borrowed or Something Blue (two of my favourite books, F.Y.I.).  This is probably the reason that I’ve had this book on my shelf since December 2008, and have just finished it earlier today.  Anyway, this story is about a woman named Claudia who is so anti-children, for fear that her freedom, and her job will be jeopardized.  Then there’s Ben, Claudia’s loving husband who knew from the get-go of Claudia’s desire to be child-free, even agreeing that he’d be happy with her regardless.  As time went on, Ben suddenly had a change of heart – putting Claudia (and Ben) in a decision that would ultimately change their relationship, and their lives.  Though the story was very predictable, I still enjoyed it!  Infact, I didn’t put the book down very often.  It wasn’t one of those desperate-to-find-out-what-happens-next, page-turners.  However, I was into it enough that it didn’t bore me into putting it down for very long.  Still a good read!  Didn’t enjoy it half as much as Something Borrowed and Something Blue.  Do not go into it expecting it to have a similar impact on you, otherwise you’ll be highly disappointed.  Infact, expect it to be complete crap, and I’m sure you’ll like it then!

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Kate Kelly’s ‘Street Fighters: The Last 72 Hours of Bear Stearns, the Toughest Firm on Wall Street'

As a rule, the business of business books is anything but good writing. But the Wall Street Journal ran an excerpt from a new book by one of its reporters, Kate Kelly’s Street Fighters: The Last 72 Hours of Bear Stearns, the Toughest Firm on Wall Street (Portfolio, 256 pp., $26.95), that had sprightlier writing than most in the category. And Tim Rutten quotes a telling paragraph from this hour-by-hour account of the last days of the Bear Stearns investment bank in his Los Angeles Times review:

“Regulators may never know what really happened [to cause Bear Stearns to collapse in 2008]. But one thing is clear: Once confidence in a company falls away on such a grand scale, it can never recover. Bear started that week with more than $18 billion in capital, its largest cash position ever. Three days later, negative headlines, a stock drop, lender reticence and big withdrawals from client accounts had cut those capital levels in half. Eight hours later, it was nearly dead.”

The first sentence of that paragraph, Rutten rightly notes, is chilling: “Regulators may never know what really happened.” He adds:

“ … this was a situation so threatening to the fabric and substance of global finance that Federal Reserve Chairman Ben Bernanke would subsequently insist that, absent government intervention to essentially force the deal with JPMorgan, Bear would have gone into bankruptcy, causing a ‘chaotic unwinding’ of investments in all the American markets.

“Yet regulators may never know what really happened.

“That’s the intolerable fact of public policy on which this whole mess turns, along with all the pain it set rippling through the nation’s human economy, the one where ordinary people struggle to pay the deceptive mortgages that backed all those derivatives and where women and men who’ve lost jobs as a consequence of this calamity now scratch to find new livings.

“There are timeless human failings to ponder anew in Kelly’s artful narrative journalism — ego, hubris, venality and folly, the whole sad crew. They, unfortunately, will always be with us, consequences of our fallen nature. What we need not tolerate is a federal regulatory structure that is blind to the operations of those who wheel and deal at the very center of the global economy and federal officials who are so uncertain of their aims and prerogatives that they fumble in the face of crisis.”

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Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Old Man's War: I'm Feeling Green



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Old Man’s War by John Scalzi

Mass Market Paperback: 320 pages

Publisher: Tor Science Fiction (January 15, 2007)

ISBN-10: 0765348276

(with envy)

Old Man’s War is set in the not so distant future of the human race. We’ve made it to the stars and beyond, which is good for the expansion of our colonies and the survival of the species. However, it turns out the universe is a much meaner and scarier place than first thought, full of alien races that think human-burgers are a great addition to their food chain.

Enter the Colonial Defense Force, a military organization tasked with protecting our colonies and establishing new ones. They recruit from Earth, but not in the traditional way. They take only those 75 years of age or over, who’ve lived their lives and have nothing else to hold them to the planet, as well as packing years of experience to temper their attitudes. Through a mysterious process unknown on Earth, the CDF has the ability to make people young again: the only catch? You can never return to Earth or speak with anyone on the planet ever again.

John Perry is one such senior citizen. His beloved wife is gone, his son is grown and well established, but he’s not ready to lay down and die just yet. He makes the choice to join the CDF and serve his ten years, then become a colonist. Old Man’s War is the story of his first two years in the CDF.

The story is a fascinating one. The people Perry meets are funny and interesting, and it’s easy to feel for him and them as they are transported (in more ways than one) far from everything they’ve every known. Perry’s ethics are stretched and twisted to the limit, as he must decide whether the price of human survival is worth the personal cost to the soldiers of the CDF. It’s Starship Troopers for old folks, as well as a dash of Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? when it comes to the question of what makes one human.

I think Scalzi does a good job of acknowledging that his character comes with 75 years of history and portraying that through Perry’s thoughts and actions. Perry’s not a cocky hotshot, his actions are thought out and well-planned (most of the time) and it’s harder to rock him than it would be a true rookie recruit. Scalzi also doesn’t overuse this history, managing to keep the geezer jokes to a minimum except when absolutely necessary.

The women in the book are a little flat, in my opinion, but I think that’s true of all of the side characters. The story really is about John Perry, until most of the way through when we meet Jane Sagan. I won’t reveal her secrets, but she is a complex and amazing character, and her situation is very thought provoking. I think the addition of her character saves the story from a feminist perspective. I hope to see more of her in the books that follow Old Man’s War.

Early in the story we are introduced to a rather nasty character who voices some pretty racist opinions, and the main characters take great relish in knocking him down a few pegs. There are no main characters of color, but that’s not necessarily a reflection on the story. One of the plot devices used actually negates the existence of skin color, and after that it’s impossible to tell or judge any of the side characters on origin. This may be a case of whitewashing, so to speak, but I didn’t get that impression. The state of the human race is more important in this story than actual inter-relations between humans.

There is a gay character that Perry is friends with who features prominently in a large part of the story, and they’re very at ease about their friendship, which I think is pretty cool. There’s also casual mention of a menage a trois involving the gay character and another couple, and that’s a very open minded and relaxed take on alternative relationships, which is another plus in Scalzi’s favor.

All in all, this a great story with an interesting premise from a progressive author I hope to read more of. I’d definitely recommend it to any speculative fiction fan.

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You can check out John Scalzi’s blog Whatever or follow him on Twitter @scalzi.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Imitating Jesus

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Imitating Jesus 

An Inclusive Approach to New Testament Ethics

Richard Burridge 

ISBN 9780802844583 (0802844588) 

Eerdmans, 2007 (490pp) 

£23.99

Category: Ethics & Morality 

Subcategory: New Testament 

Reviewed by: Kevin Ellis



Imitating Jesus is one of five titles shortlisted for the 2009 Michael Ramsey Prize, due to be awarded at the Hay Festival on Thursday 28th May 2009.

Richard Burridge has produced an excellent book. The book is like a delicious feast. As such as a whole, it will be greatly appreciated, and at certain times, particular courses or chapters will need to be savoured and enjoyed. It should be read by teachers and students of theology alike. As a book it should find a home on the shelf of the minister as well as the academic. This particular minister will dip into each and every time he tries to relate the biblical text to the contemporary world. The present reviewer is therefore an unashamed fan of Imitating Jesus: An Inclusive Approach to New Testament Ethics.

Why am I so enthusiastic? First, Richard Burridge has begun his work on New Testament ethics with Jesus. This is not as simplistic a comment as it seems, for as Burridge shows, many New Testament ethicists have been cautious about starting with Jesus, perhaps overly concerned about what they might realistically reconstruct about the teachings and actions of Jesus. Burridge is aware of such caution, but building upon the painstaking historical work of scholars such as Tom Wright, Marcus Borg and J D Crossan, he is confident that certain contours can be established about the ministry of Jesus. Jesus, firstly was inclusive: he welcomed those who others would not, and secondly, Jesus had a set of rigorous ethics that were exclusive. Thus, the historical Jesus re-interpreted the Torah in perhaps a more conservative way than other Jewish interpreters. Such a conclusion might challenge some readers of the Gospels.

A second feature of Richard Burridge’s work that makes me an enthusiast is that he is cautiously optimistic of the overlap between Jesus and Paul. Imitating Jesus concludes that Paul, often seen as a reactionary, is actually someone who is inclusive; holding together the tension of Jesus’ unconditional welcome into the kingdom, and the radical re-interpretation of the Law for those who committed themselves to following the Christ. Burridge does not shy away from a discussion of Paul’s understanding of the State and Power, the ministry of women or sexual ethics; and ministers, like me will find Burridge’s understanding illuminating and rewarding.

A third reason to be thankful for this book is the chapter given to each of the Synoptic Evangelists. Burridge is a Gospel scholar, and the way he moves between Gospel studies and ethics is a delight.

A fourth and final reason to be convinced about the worthiness of Burridge’s book is that he then roots his theories about imitating Jesus gleaned from the New Testament into the real life situation of South Africa. I am not someone who understands the African situation as well as I should, but what I can say is that the principles that Burridge applies seem to work as well in my own context on the coast of west Cumbria as Burridge suggests they do in post-Apartheid South Africa.

Burridge’s book begins with a discussion on how one might legitimately use the Bible in a 21st Century context. He notes that the Dutch Reformed Church used holy writ to support racial segregation. It can be a simple truth that the Bible is used to say whatever an interpreter wants it to mean. This is why it is refreshing to try and start with Jesus, and particularly his message of inclusion intertwined with repentance.

Imitating Jesus may or may not be awarded the Michael Ramsey prize. It is a book that should be used, and its author is a scholar who church leaders should listen to, which might at times be difficult, Burridge has a prophetic edge, and for that those of us who delight in the memory of Archbishop Ramsey should be grateful.

Kevin Ellis, May 2009

The Revd Dr Kevin Ellis is an Anglican priest currently serving in the Parish of Maryport, Diocese of Carlisle. He holds a New Testament PhD from London Bible College (now London School of Theology).

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Monday, May 18, 2009

Novel Serendipity

I have been on a nonfiction kick for a long time. The last novel I read was in 2005: Amy Tan’s Saving Fish From Drowning. But this weekend I think I hit some kind of reader’s emotional wall with the Iraq war, CIA intelligence failures, the torture regime, histories of the Pentagon, et al., et al. It happened after I finished Scott McClellan’s book, which was good. I enjoyed it. Next on my list was Jeffrey Toobin’s 1999 book, A Vast Conspiracy, about the sex scandals that brought down the Clinton presidency, but I didn’t get far before I realized that this book was just annoying me. I loved Toobin’s more recent book about the Supreme Court — The Nine — but this earlier one is oddly dissonant. Toobin says he interviewed hundreds of people, but there’s no source list (well, there is, but it’s a bibliography, not a source list). Also, Toobin very obviously does not like Michael Isikoff — that’s putting it mildly. He accuses him of being an investigative reporter about sex, and damns him for his book (also published in 1999), Uncovering Clinton: A Reporter’s Story, which he characterizes as an “unseemly,” sleazy, opportunistic “sex sells” book intended to destroy Clinton.

It may very well be true. But the way he writes about Isikoff seems so personal. And I don’t really see any objective, factual support for his accusations. The book began to seriously turn me off. And I realized I’m tired of political analysis and contemporary political history and such. I’ve been reading the genre nonstop since the Iraq war began.

So. I had this book by Vikram Seth, An Equal Music. It wasn’t a purchase or a loan or a gift. It came in one of the boxes of books I bought for five bucks a box from a dealer to sell on the Internet. I hadn’t gotten to listing it yet. So I picked it up. I’d only vaguely heard of Vikram Seth, and knew nothing about his writing. But the flap copy description sounded interesting. So I started reading it.

I liked it from the opening paragraph, but by the time I had read, oh say, 25 pages, I was totally hooked. It’s like the book just grabbed me by the collar (although I don’t wear collars), and would not let me go. I had forgotten how a really good novel can do that to you. It’s not that nonfiction can’t have that effect, and many nonfiction books I’ve read in the past few years have had that effect (here’s one, and here’s another). But it’s different. There’s something about characters, story line, the realm of the imagined, that can pull you in like nothing else. I’m enthralled with this book. It’s totally taken me over.

I’ll have more to say about it later.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

The Foods of The Greek Islands

In the introduction to his book The Man Who Ate Everything  Jeffrey Steingarten tells how upon his appointment to Food Writer at Vogue magazine he set out to conquer his list of food phobias. How could he be an objective critic, he reasoned, if the mere thought of eating anchovies or dill sent him into spasms of revulsion. High on Steingarten’s list of reviled foods was Greek cuisine, something I found hard to believe. How could one think this uncomplicated yet delicious cuisine distasteful?  Plates piled high with tender calamari, savoury little pitas and pies, moussaka, chunks of roasted lamb or chicken on skewers … what’s not to like, I ask you? Jeffrey worked hard at neutralizing his palate but I suspect that not very many Greek restaurants are high on his list of preferred dining locations. I think he might think differently were Aglaia Kremezi to cook for him.

Aglaia is an international authority on Greek food and often contributes to Gourmet magazine and the LA Times.  She won a Julia Child award for her book The Foods of Greece.  Recently I came across her wonderful book The Foods of the Greek Islands, a collection of authentic recipes from Corfu to Cyprus and all the islands in between. I spent about a week cooking from this book. Even the simplest dishes, like lentils and rice, were tastier than I imagined, and I was surprised by the diversity of the offerings in Greek cuisine, most of which you won’t find on the menu of your local taverna. From the chicken with tomatoes and feta, to the veal stew with quinces, to the onions stuffed with ground meat and pine nuts, everything I have made from this book has been delicious.

As much as I love Italian and French food, I have grown weary of cooking it. My taste buds have been crying out for the zing of something completely different, and Aglaia’s recipes fit the bill. They are relatively simple and rustic yet highly flavorful. You won’t have a problem finding most of the ingredients at your local supermarket these days. My favorite chapter is on pitas and pies. Pitas are closed pies–meat, homemade cheeses, zucchini, eggplant, greens and other vegetables wrapped with thin layers of pastry. Spanakopitas are the most well-known type of pita in North America, of course, but the truth is that there is a multitude of these little pies popular across Greece.

I am including Aglaia’s recipe for phyllo here because it’s the best one I have found. Earlier, I put up my recipe for Balkan Style Cheese Pie, which proved to be a popular post. You might want to try making it with homemade phyllo dough. Making your own phyllo is something I think every home cook should try at least once.

The other two recipes shown here are for a couple of simple recipes I like to make at home when the mood for greek taverna style food strikes–Calamari and Saganaki. I adore calamari and I mean, who can resist fried cheese?

Aglaia Kremezi’s Cretan Phyllo Pastry Dough

Adapted from The Foods of the Greek Islands

Makes 1 pie or 50 small turnovers

Ingredients:

3 1/2 cups all-purpose flour

1 teaspoon coarse sea salt or kosher salt

1/2 cup vodka

1/2 cup freshly squeezed lemon juice

1/4 cup olive oil

about 2/3 cup water

 

Directions:

1) Pulse flour and salt in food processor until mixed. With the motor running, add the vodka. lemon juice, and oil. Add just enough water to make the dough soft. Let it rest in the processor for 15 minutes.

2) Process the dough until it is slightly elastic, about 1-2 minutes. Let it rest for another 30 minutes.

3) On a lightly floured board, knead the dough until it is smooth and elastic. Add a little flour if it becomes sticky. Divide the dough into 4 pieces and cover 3 of them with plastic wrap so they won’t dry out.

4) Roll out the dough with a rolling pin as thinly as possible, dusting with a little bit of flour to prevent sticking. The thinner the better. If you have a pasta machine, you could alternately roll out strips of phyllo that way.

5) Repeat with remaining dough. Use immediately, proceeding with instructions for individual recipes.

 

Fried Calamari

Serves 4-6 as an appetizer

Ingredients:

1 pound (500g) frozen calamari rings, thawed and drained

1 cup (250ml) all-purpose flour

2 teaspoons sea salt

1 teaspoon paprika

1/4 teaspoon pepper

vegetable oil

parsley and chopped red onion, to garnish

lemon wedges

 

Directions:

1) Rinse calamari rings under cold running water and drain. Heat vegetable oil in a frying pan to about 375F. You do not have to use a lot of oil; just enough to submerge the calamari halfway.

2) In a large bowl toss flour, salt, paprika, and pepper until well-combined.

3) Toss calamari rings in the flour mixture and shake off the excess. Fry on each side for about 2-3 minutes, or until tender. Check for tenderness as you are frying, as calamri can quickly become rubbery.

4) Remove from pan and drain on a plate covered with paper towel. Sprinkle with chopped red onion, parsley or garlic chives, and serve hot with lemon wedges.

 

Saganaki

Saganaki isn’t actually a type of cheese but the name of the cast iron frying pan it is usually made in. The best cheeses to get for making taverna-style saganaki are hard yellow Greek cheeses like kasseri or kefolotiri.

To make this popular meze, cut strips of cheese about 1/3 of an inch thick. Dip in a bowl of warm water and then press each side of the cheese onto a plate sprinkled thickly with all-purpose flour. The warm water will help the flour stick and not slide off while you are frying the cheese. Dip in warm water again and fry the cheese in olive oil or a knob of butter until golden. Serve immediately with a good dousing of freshly squeezed lemon juice.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Good Clean Limericks for Children – Poems for 1st, 2nd and 3rd Graders

There was an Old Man with a beard,

Who said, “It is just as I feared!—

From a classic nonsense limerick by Edward Lear

Anyone who wants to encourage a child to read poetry should memorize three good limericks — stopping just short of any that begin, “There was a young girl from Nantucket” — and recite them regularly. Limericks have five rhyming lines and a bouncy rhythm that makes them easy to remember. So children tend to absorb them effortlessly if they hear them often.

The question is: Where can you find the clean ones? True limericks are always bawdy, some critics say. When they aren’t scatological, they may include double-entendres or other risqué elements. Many limericks on the Web are also plagiarized — it’s generally illegal to quote an entire five-line poem by a living or not-long-dead poet even if you credit the author — and could cause trouble for children who quote them in school reports.

But the Academy of American Poets has posted several out-of-copyright classics by Edward Lear (1812––1888), author of “The Owl and the Pussy Cat,” at www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16814, including:

There was an Old Man with a beard,

Who said, “It is just as I feared!–

Two Owls and a Hen,

Four Larks and a Wren,

Have all built their nests in my beard!”

The academy also offers facts about the rhyme and meter of limericks at www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5783. All 112 of the limericks in the 1861 edition of Lear’s A Book of Nonsense appear on a site that abounds with information about his work www.nonsenselit.org.

A good source of limericks for young children is The Hopeful Trout and Other Limericks (Houghton Mifflin, 1989), written by John Ciardi and illustrated by Susan Meddaugh, available in many libraries. This book is used in grades 2 and up in schools. But some of its limericks would also suit younger children. They include “Be Kind to Dumb Animals” (“There once was an ape in a zoo / Who looked out through the bars and saw – YOU!”), which consists only of simple one-syllable words, and “The Halloween House” (“I’m told there’s a Green Thing in there. / And the sign on the gate says BEWARE!”).

Many limericks are mini-morality tales about people who get an amusing, nonsensical comeuppance. The Hopeful Trout has several in this category. “The Poor Boy Was Wrong” describes the unlucky Sid, who “thought that a shark / Would turn tail if you bark,” then swam off to test the premise. Ciardi refers obliquely to Sid’s fate, but any child who isn’t sure what happened needs only look at the drawing grinning shark and a single flipper.

© 2009 Janice Harayda

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Friday, May 15, 2009

Reviewing Malcolm Gladwell's Blink

Is investing more art or science? Cash flow analysis and industry assessment submit to quantitative measures. Yet, economic moats and management’s rationality less so. The most successful investors use both quantitative and qualitative assessments to find undervalued businesses, though the former is certainly the standard route. For most, investing is primarily a science.

Ostensibly Malcolm Gladwell’s book Blink: The Power of Thinking without Thinking (Back Bay Books, 2005), is not a book about investing. Being interested in the human mind making judgments, Gladwell highlights situations in which rational, well-considered judgments are more inaccurate than reactive, non-reflective judgments. Peppered with memorable, illustrative anecdotes, Blink contrasts scientific rationality with the aesthetic, to see which more reliably guides us to make correct decisions (spoiler: it’s not an either/or).

It is our basic prejudice to think that lengthy, thoughtful, verbose defenses of our judgments are more likely to produce correct judgments than unexpressed, implicit ones. For example, Gladwell tells the story of the J. Paul Getty Museum’s $10 million acquisition of a sixth century BC marble kouros in the 1980s. Employing typical caution and prudence, the Museum solicited a handful of experts—geologist included—to assess the piece. “I’ve always considered scientific opinion more objective than esthetic judgments,” said Getty’s curator of antiquities Marion True. And the experts gave the green light; two days with a stereomicroscope confirmed the presence of calcite on the statue’s exterior—significant because dolomite can turn into calcite only over the course of hundreds of years.

Of course you may suspect how the story ends—the kouros was a fake. The museum though was not without warning, for no fewer than three additional experts had expressed their concern. Federico Zeri, an Italian art historian, found the sculpture’s fingernails odd. The first time Evelyn Harrison, a Greek sculpture expert, saw the kouros, she thought something was amiss. Thomas Hoving, former director of the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, met the statue and found it “fresh.” Not exactly the first impression that a sixth century BC statue should expect.

Long story short, time revealed the fraud. But Gladwell’s interesting observation is that the latter three experts all felt an “intuitive repulsion” when they first saw the kouros, and they were absolutely right. Inexpressible at the time, yes. But correct. What Gladwell ultimately aims to explore is whether our initial, “gut” reactions are reliable tools for making correct judgments.

As Gladwell observes, “when it comes to the task of understanding ourselves and our world, I think we pay too much attention to grand themes and too little to the particulars of fleeting moments.” (16) In those fleeting moments, a practiced and prepared expert can expose truth with unreflective judgments. In sum, people who are “very good at what they do and all of whom owe their success, at least in part, to the steps they have taken to shape and manage and educate their unconscious reactions.” (16)

Reading the book with an eye on investing produced two conclusions. First, quick judgments—even unexpressed—may incorporate sophisticated unconscious mental skills, such that an initial response to a prospective investment deserves one’s special attention.  Second, and I quote, “being able to act intelligently and instinctively in the moment is possible only after a long and rigorous course of education and experience.” (259) I guess I’d better get back to the 10-Ks…

Thursday, May 14, 2009

BOOK REVIEW: Murder in the Raw by C. S.Challinor

Ms. Challinor is an American who attended school in England and Scotland and now writes the Rex Graves series of British cozies.  Murder in the Raw is only her second book and the first of hers that I’ve read.  Not having read the first book does create a bit of an issue when trying to work out references to characters in her first novel, Christmas is Murder, especially those related to his personal life.  Several characters in this story were also in the first book that took place in England.  Here we are in the Caribbean on St. Martin where a week ago an actress, Sabine Durand, disappeared and the only evidence is a bit of bloody pareo and a broken ankle bracelet.  The local police presume she was taken by sharks as there is simply no other evidence.  Her friends don’t believe it and call in Rex, a Scots barrister of middle years, for help.  Paul and Elizabeth Winslow own the Swansmere Manor Hotel where Rex solved his first murder.  They feel the locals made little effort to determine what really happened to Sabine and they hope that Rex came solve the mystery or at least bring some closure.

Rex arrives at Juliana Airport after a stopover in Miami to see his son, Campbell, a marine science student.  Just as he’s relaxing, he finds out his luggage is lost, so all he has is his carry-on briefcase.  When clerk asks where he’s staying, he discovers Plage d‘Azure is a naturist resort, so he won’t be needing his clothes anyway.  Funny how the Wilson’s neglected to tell him that!

Rex finds his investigation slow going.  The opinions on Sabine are profoundly divided between the men and the women, Pam Farley, Penny Irving, and Antonia ‘Toni’ Weeks openly disliking Sabine.  Sabine once worked at the restaurant the Weeks owned.  Sabine is described as a bit of an actress even in everyday life.  Her connections to various guests seem to go back some years, including Paul and Elizabeth Winslow, his friends.  There was an obvious attraction between her and Brooklyn Chambers, an American millionaire playboy who is one of the few single men who comes to the resort known for its quiet, largely older, sedate, completely naked clientele. (The resort seems to be drawn from Club Orient on St Martin, the only clothing optional resort on the island and not a place for ‘swingers’.)

The local police offer what help they can, but their resources are limited.  There is suspicion that an influential developer, Bijou, is in some way involved.  He turns out to be a Dutchman, Coenraad van Bijhooven, who once was involved in prostitution in Holland and a suspect in a series of gruesome murders where every girl was found with a jewel in her navel.  Two girls have met a similar fate on St Martin.  They were blamed on a visitor who was long gone.  Bizarrely, all the dead girls bore a striking resemblance to Sabine.  Rex’s interview leaves him wondering if the man is hiding something and strongly suspecting he is responsible for the island murders, even if he has an ironclad alibi for the night Sabine disappears.

Sabine’s husband, Vernon Powell, a well known and wealthy entertainment attorney, has little cause to harm her.  The pre-nup agreement was iron clad and Sabine would have gotten little or nothing from him in a divorce.  He claims Sabine always said she had no affairs, but he seems uncertain if he believed her.  For an older man with a much younger wife, he seemed emotionally distant from her.

Brooklyn takes off, to US to take care of a business emergency.  He flies his own plane and island hops and flies himself to and from his destination.  Despite being Rex’s bungalow mate, Rex barely sees the man.  Brooklyn and Sabine rode together using a local stable, but he swears they were having an affair.

Rex follows up on Sabine’s trips to Marigot for her chiropractic therapy session for her bad back, but was unable to find any doctor using the name she provided and the phone numbers don’t go to any doctor’s office.  Whatever she was doing, she wasn’t seeing a doctor and it very likely she’d found a lover.

Running throughout the book is the back story of Rex and his two lady friends, Moira, a humanitarian worker in Iraqi and Helen, a teacher he met and experienced a strong mutual attraction to – apparently in the first book of the series.  Though Helen made her interest plain, Rex told her he could not have a relationship while Moira and he were involved, even though she’d been gone so long.  Now Helen is heading toward St Martin on a cruise and he’s not sure how he feels.  A call from his mother in Scotland reveals he has a letter from Iraqi, and she has met someone and is breaking off their relationship.  Rex isn’t sure how he feels, relieved or angry or both.  He is, however, free to explore his attraction to Helene, which is something of a relief.  Now all of this plays out in bits and pieces throughout the story.

Perhaps that’s the real problem with this story, it’s choppy and it couldn’t hold my attention after about page 130. After a strong start, the story slips into a series of compartmentalized meetings with various characters and then, to all intents and purposes, they disappear and become backdrop.  As a result, none of the characters really take on a serious presence.  Rex also starts out strongly, but even he seemed a tad flat toward the end.  Helen, who sails in, has a passionate fling with Rex, and sails away again all in one day, is typical of how Rex interacts with various characters throughout the book.

The last 40 pages, where the big reveal (AKA Who Done It) happens, were flat and lackluster.  I don’t want to spoil the ending, which was no big shock for any experienced mystery reader, but the supposed ‘big twist’ as pretty predictable.  Instead of the big scene filled with tension and gloating, we had this blah and unemotional confession that made the killer seem more politely sociopathic than sympathetic, or angry, or anything – just “I did it, so what?”  It was easily the most boring confession I’ve read.  The biggest thrill was the boat chase, but even that was tame.

I cannot help but compare Death in the Raw with G.M. Malliet’s Death of a Cozy Writer, another recent entry into the classic British golden age cozy style.  That was a much better book, its weakness being poorly developed detective characters and its strength an excellent cast.  Here we have a decently developed, if slightly choppy, detective, but the cast feels like cardboard cutouts most of the time.

Most writers using third person often take the opportunity to build the tension by allowing us to glimpse the mental ruminations of the detective as he thinks thru the case or the killer as he commits his crime and cover-up.  Other than being privy to Rex’s reactions to a nudist lifestyle, and some personal things, we get little encouragement in getting deeply involved or interested.  The descriptions of St Martin give it some sense of place, yet like much else, it’s like a toned down tropical paradise.  The nudist resort, and Rex’s initial discomfort with the lifestyle and gradual acclimation was interesting as was his interaction with the local police, but yet again there was no spark.  If that sounds lukewarm, well, it is.  Murder in the Raw lacked the passion, the tension, the depth of character, strong story line and the thrill you need to drive a mystery.  No one and nothing evoked any strong reactions from me.  It was just bland.

My Grade: C- (2.8*) NOTE:  It gets a rating of 5* from readers on Amazon as well as C   Barnes and Nobel, but I do seem to agree with Kirkus.

Who would enjoy this book:  Fans of the very sedate British cozy.  The rating is PG 13.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Mars Threat Assessment

Mars Threat Assessment

by James Armentrout

ISBN:1588510484 (Trade Paperback)

275 pages

Pub Date: September 2001

Publisher: AmErica House

Mars can be a deadly place to live and work. The atmosphere is so thin that without a spacesuit your blood would boil. And talk about cold. Without that precious spacesuit your skin would freeze and peel away in minutes. So, what was geologist Paul Danziger thinking when he decided to take a job on the Red Planet? It was good pay. But while in the employ of De Boer Enterprises he learns the existence of some advanced technology that used in the wrong hands would enslave Mars and devastate the solar system’s economy. The Martian Underground is interested in this technology, but they want to want to use it to aid the indigent people of the planet. So, what does Paul do? He steals it. And the pursuit is on. Soon it becomes a race against time and time suddenly gets shaky as this technology draws in another factor no one knew about. The Nazis. This debut novel by James Armentrout is a fast paced, race against time, thriller, set on the far away Red Planet some 50 plus years into the future. A believable tale of intrigue and murder.—Steven Fivecats, Editor

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

The Weight of Glory

If you have a few hours to spare this Summer, pick up a copy of C. S. Lewis’ The Weight of Glory. If you do not have a few hours to spare, clear your schedule and make time to pick up and read through The Weight of Glory. The book is a collection of five sermons preached during and immediately after the World War II era by Lewis.  The sermons address: the dignity of human beings and their ultimate destiny, the place of learning in a world at war, membership in the body, the way of the world and (oddly enough) speaking in tongues.  The title sermon alone makes the book worth its cost.  The sermon on church membership is also quite helpful.  Readable, brief, thought provoking and edifying there is little excuse for this book to not be on your reading list for the Summer.

Thanks to Josh Wakefield for pointing out to me how appropriate it was for a Wheaton student to be reading Lewis during his summer break.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Book Review of 'First Wolf' by writer Julie Phillips

From the moment I opened the cover and read the first paragraph of Carole Anne Carr’s First Wolf I was hooked. We follow the journey of twelve year old Toland and his family who are forced to flee from the horrible Eorl Uhtred who is attacking villages, and due to Toland’s father’s refusal to give Eorl Uhtred what he wants, their village is next.   I really cared about what happened to Toland and I was amazed by the ferocity of his sense of honour and courage as he helps his grandmother, mother and younger brother to safety. I forgot several times in the book that he is a boy and not a man. Despite his disability and young age, his dogged determination to follow his father’s instructions and the quest entrusted upon him by the monks of Lindisfarne endeared me to him and his plight.   It’s a coming of age book that shows older children that although unfair and bad things do sometimes happen, the power of the good in people does win through over the bad. Sometimes children are forced to take control and lead the way. Poor Toland has enough trials and danger to last him a life time in First Wolf, but with his beloved dog Bodo by his side, and his friendsip with a young girl Kendra, and help from others they meet on the way, mixed in with a little mythology and the supernatural, First Wolf is an excellent read.

Book Signing

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Tom Disch’s ‘The Genocides’ – One of the ‘100 Must-Read Science Fiction Novels’ Involves an Ecological Catastrophe

Where are the science-fiction novels for sophisticated teenagers? You might wonder after reading Stephenie Meyer’s bestseller about aliens, The Host, which is written at a fourth-grade reading level. You’ll find answers in 100 Must-Read Science Fiction Novels (A&C Black, 2006), written by Stephen E. Andrews and Nick Rennison with foreword by Christopher Priest.

Among the novels tapped by the authors: The Genocides (Vintage, 160 pp.,$12.95) by the late Tom Disch. Andrews and Rennison write:

“When unseen aliens decide to claim Earth for themselves, they sow the planet with seeds that grow into massive plants which begin to destroy the ecosystem. The plants adapt swiftly whenever new toxins are used against them and civilization itself begins to crumble. Then huge spherical incinerating machines descend to raze the cities, clearing the way for the extraterrestrial crop’s full bloom. Following the struggles of a small American community as they try to survive the onslaught of the alien agriculturalists by burrowing into the roots of the monstrous vegetables, The Genocides is an invasion story with a difference: what chance can human beings have against beings who consider us nothing more than garden pests? Using John W. Campbell’s approach to pursuing an idea to its inescapable conclusion while refusing to conform to the psychologically dissatisfying conclusion invasion stories have suffered from since The War of the Worlds, Tom Disch had the audacity to defy decades of convention, consequently producing a marvelous debut that both broke new ground and upset traditionalist SF fans.”

Andrews and Rennison add that despite his occasional “remoteness of tone,” Disch is “a humane author whose highly accomplished and often very funny work marks him as one of the finest writers of literary SF ever to emerge from America.”

© 2009 Janice Harayda. All rights reserved.

www.janiceharayda,com

Friday, May 8, 2009

In the Mail

Bethany House sent along a copy of the second edition of James White’s The King James Only Controversy.  I’ve heard James refer to this book a number of times over the years on his webcast, his blog, and in debates so it will be nice to read the updated and expanded second edition. 

And I received a nice surprise from IVP Academic today when I found Trinitarian Theology for the Church: Scripture, Community, Worship in my mailbox.  I don’t recall requesting a copy of this one because I had planned to buy it, but this is even better!   I’m going to start with Mark Husbands’ essay “The Trinity is Not our Social Program: Volf, Gregory of Nyssa and Barth.”

Reviews are forthcoming…

B”H

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Book Review: Katawa Shoujo, Act 1

And now for something completely different.

A few days ago, I ran across a blog post recommending the preview version of a visual novel entitled, Katawa Shoujo, Japanese for “Disability Girls.” The story was about a high-school-age boy who falls victim to a heart ailment and is transferred to a boarding school for disabled kids, with a specially-trained faculty and medical facilities on-site. It sounded interesting, so I took a look at it.

A visual novel is a very simple wedding of storytelling and technology. Text is accompanied by pictures, music, and sound effects, and the reader is offered a choice of actions at key points during the story. The reader’s decision changes the story’s outcome. It’s part book, part movie, and part game. Some of them have in fact been ported to videogame consoles, and they’re very popular. If it’s done well, a visual novel creates an immersive atmosphere that can draw the reader into a story in a way the plain text may not. If it’s not done well, you’ve got a noisy “Choose Your Own Adventure” book.

Katawa Shoujo is basically a coming-of-age story. I like coming-of-age stories. I write a lot of them myself. They highlight one of the most dramatic moments in life: the moment you stop being a young pudd’nhead, just a little bit, and realize you’re not the center of the universe. Some people never get there, but if you do, it rocks your world.

The preview is Act 1 of the story, about 15% of the planned final product, and it takes a couple of hours to work through, reading at a moderate pace.

After a dramatic near-death experience, the protagonist of Katawa Shoujo begins awkwardly assimilating into his new school. It’s harder than usual, because he’s still struggling with the reality that he’s disabled, and he’s not sure how to interact with all these handicapped folks–is it more polite to acknowledge and talk about someone’s disability or to ignore it? Should he feel sorry for them, or will they find that attitude insulting? He  meets an assortment of staffers and fellow classmates, including several young ladies, all of whom have some physical challenge–blindness, deafness, missing limbs, burn trauma–but most have come to terms with their handicaps and challenge him to stop seeing himself as a freak and begin taking action to make his life better. He even makes friends with his goofy, paranoid dorm neighbor, a loner who’s convinced of some global feminist conspiracy.

So far, so good. The character depictions were sensitive and tasteful, and although the writing wasn’t polished, there was a surprising amount of sophistication and humor in their interactions and some thoughtful introspection. There were some very nice backgrounds (a combination of photography and graphic illustration), and the music and sound effects enhanced the atmosphere of a boarding school in a woodsy suburban area. Frankly, I’d never seen anything in a story/game format that confronted disabilities in such a straightforward and affirming manner, but maybe I don’t get out enough.  Pretty cool, thought I, especially for an amateur production.

Then I clicked over to the developers’ blog & forums, hoping to gain some insights into how they came up with this idea, and how they planned to complete the project.

Sigh. They plan to conclude the various story arcs with a physical consummation of the romance. There were the usual arguments for explicit content you find in any media: it’s reality, teenagers fall in love and hook up–get over it; there’s nothing wrong with erotic art if it’s tastefully done; censorship is bad and we shouldn’t submit to it; if people don’t like this, they don’t have to look at it; nobody will pay attention or take this seriously if we omit the explicit scenes; we’re already committed, and it will be too hard to change things now; and so on.

I wasn’t terribly surprised. A lot of visual novels fall into the category of “dating sims,” where a character must figure out how to approach a girl, considering her personality, likes, and dislikes, and form a relationship with her, usually concluding with an obligatory hooking-up. It’s a genre, and the audience has certain expectations.

The initial review I read had me hoping this one was different, and the preview made an even stronger impression. The teen romance seemed secondary to the protagonist’s journey toward becoming a more mature and complete person. Aside from one scene with some strong language, there wasn’t anything depicted that went past a PG rating. The story didn’t need anything beyond that, and most of the feedback I saw in the forums reflected that fact. People were fascinated enough with the unique concept, characters, and storytelling to keep reading, and they appreciated the hard work and talent evident in the product’s design and execution.

An interesting theme that emerged in the forum comments was that a couple of the developers seemed to experience a “coming-of-age” moment themselves and realized they’d created something with an uplifting element they hadn’t expected, something that carried a profound positive message. There were suggestions to tone down the mature content or omit it entirely, or perhaps create a parallel “clean” version. The final compromise was to provide a switch in the options menu that would black out any explicit visuals in the final product. Of course, they’ll still be there, embedded in the program files, available at a mouse click. Do I want that lurking on my hard drive? No, I don’t.

I have no interest in censorship, as if I or anyone else could possibly enforce it. I was simply disappointed to find that a group of people who spent so much time and effort showing how wrong it is to objectify and stereotype people based on physical appearance and other external issues, and demonstrating how it’s possible to overcome seemingly insurmountable obstacles with determination and ingenuity, are about to obscure that message by catering to simple-minded adolescent lust. There’s nothing particularly mature or even edgy about doing that. It takes something special and turns it into just another dating sim.

Who knows? Maybe the positive message will still win through, but it shouldn’t have to compete with the noise. A lot of people who could benefit will avoid the story based on the content tags it will inevitably accumulate in the final version. The people who come for the ‘naughty bits’ won’t be listening anyhow–they’ll be speed-scrolling through the story, looking for the path that unlocks a particular shot of their favorite ingenue.

Katawa Shoujo Act 1 offers an intriguing story concept and a hint of the potential of the visual novel format for storytelling, but the decision to include explicit content in the full version of the story undermines some very positive central themes about accepting other people’s differences and overcoming adversity.  Great start, very disappointing finish.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Book review: 'Sloppy Firsts' by Megan McCafferty

“Long before Stephenie Meyer dreamed up her vampire heart-throb, Edward Cullen, there was Megan McCafferty’s tempting-yet-forbidden Marcus Flutie.” (Nat)

Say no more, Natalie . . . say no more. That’s about all the introduction I needed to grab Megan McCafferty’s Sloppy Firsts, a chronicle of New Jersey high schooler Jessica Darling’s attempts to make sense of her best friend’s move, back-stabbing and “poseur” friends at Pineville High, finding a way to live up to her parents’ expectations for her life, track & field career and . . .

Yeah. I’m not going to try and oversimplify this one. I’m actually going to cheat and toss you over to the back cover:

When her best friend, Hope Weaver, moves away from Pineville, New Jersey, hyperobservant sixteen-year-old Jessica Darling is devastated. A fish out of water at school and a stranger at home, Jessica feels more lost than ever now that the only person with whom she could really communicate has gone. How is she supposed to deal with the boy- and shopping-crazy girls at school, her dad’s obsession with her track meets, her mother salivating over big sister Bethany’s lavish wedding, and her nonexistent love life?

A fresh, funny, utterly compelling fiction debut by first-time novelist Megan McCafferty, Sloppy Firsts is an insightful, true-to-life look at Jessica’s predicament as she embarks on another year of teenage torment–from the dark days of Hope’s departure through her months as a type-A personality turned insomniac to her completely mixed-up feelings about Marcus Flutie, the intelligent and mysterious “Dreg” who works his way into her heart. Like a John Hughes for the twenty-first century, Megan McCafferty taps into the inherent humor and drama of the teen experience. This poignant, hilarious novel is sure to appeal to readers who are still going through it, as well as those who are grateful that they don’t have to go back and grow up all over again.

What to say about this one? I’m still buzzing about it . . . mostly because I absolutely loved it. First, Jessica is one seriously awesome female narrator. Twilight’s Bella be damned — we have one outspoken, empowered and marvelously entertaining chick to walk us through life as a “social iconoclast.” And Marcus — or “Krispy Kreme,” as his classmates tag him — is one majorly complicated and mesmorizing character. As Jess becomes more and more obsessed with finding out the motives behind his seemingly drug-induced actions, I found myself gripping onto her elbow, desperately trying to figure out what could have been written in that origami-mouth note Marcus slips her before school lets out.

And when we finally did read the note? Le sigh.

No one in this book is perfect . . . even the seemingly “perfect” bubblegum bimbo friends Bridget, Manda and Sara that Jessica is forced to associate with after Hope leaves town. Jess certainly has her issues — Marcus being one of them, arguably. I just found the progression of their friendship to be very natural, amusing and . . . exciting. I actually felt excited while reading this book. So excited, in fact, that I finished it in two days. I really loved seeing Jessica interact with her mom and dad, and hoped against hope that she would step up to be a good “friend” to her mother after older sister Bethany marries and moves to California. Though Jess doesn’t think she has much in common with the Darlings, readers definitely get a sense that they share more than just their cutesy last name. I like when I realize something about a character even before they seem to . . . and this was true quite a bit.

While some of the cursing got a little out of control and the dialogue felt a bit dated (Sloppy Firsts was published in 2001), I was so thoroughly engrossed in this story that I didn’t even realize it was ending until I went to a turn the page and was greeted with the . . . author’s acknowledgements. What a let down! As I know four books follow McCafferty’s debut novel, I’m not too concerned with how things were left between Marcus and our heroine. I have a feeling life will work in mysterious ways. McCafferty is an outstanding writer who definitely captured all the joy, indecision, anger and heart-pounding fun of high school . . . even if my own experiences weren’t quite so, ah, complicated.

And I know it’s a great book if by that fated final page, I have a massive new literary crush. Step aside, Edward!



5 out of 5!

ISBN: 0609807900 ♥ Purchase from Amazon ♥ Author Website

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Book Review: The Hole In Our Gospel

The Hole In Our Gospel

by

Richard Stearns

ISBN:9780785229186

The Hole In Our Gospel(henceforth “Hole”) is a disconcerting book. Richard Stearns, president of World Vision shakes the reader to his core.

Stearns chronicles his own journey to the top of the corporate ladder, his realization of the American Dream, and his call to aid the poor. It seems that Stearns had it all, and then some. God, however, had other plans for him. God’s plans were not for Stearns to stay on top of the corporate ladder, in the executive suite, and driving a Jaguar. God’s plans were for him to learn that there was indeed a hole in his (Stearns) gospel.

What is this hole? We speak of having the whole gospel, but Stearns declares that there is a hole in our gospel. What is it? “Hole” was written to show us that Jesus’ ministry as well as God’s Word speaks much to the fact that God cares much for the poor, downtrodden, destitute, and diseased. Our gospel, however, does very little to show them good news. It does very little to alleviate their sufferings.

It is precisely this hole that “Hole” seeks to fill. Stearns shows how God led him into service helping these forgotten peoples. He then calls us to recognize that we have so very much in the USA, but give so very little.

My thoughts were that this book would be a statistical sort of book that would be boring. It is not. It is a very practical and gripping book. It is also a convicting book.

“Hole” will cause the reader to examine his/her attitudes toward possessions and money. As well it should.

Monday, May 4, 2009

Book Review: Let's Get Real or Let's Not Play, by Mahan Khalsa and Randy Illig

The key to success in sales is, according to Mahan Khalsa and Randy Illig, authors of Let’s Get Real or Let’s Not Play: Transforming the Buyer/Seller Relationship (Portfolio: 2008), helping the client reach their goals, that is, putting the client’s success first.

Nice, but hardly a novel sentiment.

We’ve all read dozens upon dozens of books telling us that we must put the client first.  Nothing new here. 

The problem with all those other books is they haven’t given us a workable way to deal with the unspoken but paramount issue separating clients and sellers and preventing us from truly putting our client first—fear.  The client’s fear of being taken advantage of and our fear of losing a sale. 

Creating a way, a path, for us to work with our clients in a format that eliminates the ingrained fears of our clients and ourselves is the primary contribution of Let’s Get Real or Let’s Not Play.

The authors begin their journey in creating a process that will allow us as sellers to really seek our client’s success first and foremost by outlining their 5 key beliefs:

  1. Consultants (sellers) and Clients Want the Same Thing.
  2. Intent Counts More than Technique
  3. Solutions Have No Inherent Value
  4. Methodology Matters
  5. World-class Inquiry Precedes World-class Advocacy

The authors argue that these five key beliefs set the groundwork for a process that will allow sellers to deal with prospects and clients in an honest, straightforward manner where we can work with them to really discover their issues and needs, gather the hard information we need to create a solution that puts our client’s success above all else, and we can do these without the fear of wasting our time and resources pursuing non-business.

Khalsa and Illig devote almost half of the book to discussing how to qualify an opportunity because the qualification process sets the stage for remainder of the process.  As sellers, we must make sure that we a pursuing a legitimate business opportunity.  We cannot afford to waste our time and energy pursuing non-business.  Consequently, we have to qualify based on Opportunity (is it worth pursuing); Time (reasonable and adequate); People (who does what and is it the right mix); Money (can the client afford it); and Decision Process (who, what, when, and how decisions are made).

Exploring each of these areas reveals whether or not we should go forward.  Naturally, getting a green light in each area means we go forward.  A red light in any area means there isn’t a viable business opportunity now.  The real key is looking out for and understanding how to handle yellow lights—situations, questions, and issues that must be fully and honestly investigated to determine whether they are actually red lights or can be clarified into green lights.

The last half of the book is dedicated primarily to discussing how, when and where to present the solution proposal.  At the crux of the proposal is its purpose—to enable a decision.  Everything has lead up to this, the decision enabling meeting.  The authors walk us through the process of creating a meeting plan that leads naturally to making the purchase commitment.  Although useful and well laid out, I found this part of the book to be less compelling than the first half that dealt with qualifying.

The process Khalsa and Illig layout is thorough and workable if not seeming a bit cumbersome at times (the “Quick Reference Guide” in the appendix 16 pages long, hardly ‘quick’).  It does, however, address the fear issues that keep sellers and clients from working together to clarify and address core issues with which the client is struggling. 

Designed for and well worth the read of any salesperson or sales leader engaged in the complex sale, the book is also worthwhile for salespeople and managers engaged in any relationship driven sale, even for those engaged in consumer sales as many of the observations are applicable in numerous sales environments.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

The Furious Longing of God (book review)

Typically I decide to review a book after I read it.

However, the ooze Viral Bloggers gave me an offer I couldn’t refuse. They offered to give me free books if I agreed to review them.

Free Books, people. You know I couldn’t pass that up.

So forgive me if I come off too harsh on this book. Under other circumstances, I would have just kept silent. See, I’m in a pickle because I have a lot of respect for the author Brennan Manning and was deeply moved by his Ragamuffin Gospel.

So rather than jumping right into the content of the book, as I usually would do, I find myself talking about myself, Charlie Kaufman-style. It’s embarrassing.

Part of me thinks Brennan Manning wouldn’t mind. His book is very personal and aims at getting in your head.

And he did. I read the book the first time in about an hour. And the question that was raging in my mind was, “What kind of person do I have to be in order to receive whatever gifts this book has for me?”

Let me explain with a metaphor…

One type of song you sing in church might go like this:

So I’ll stand in awe of you

I will stand in awe of you

Yes, I’ll stand in awe of you

And another might go like this:

Ah, holy Jesus, how hast thou offended,

That man to judge thee hath in hate pretended?

By foes derided, by thine own rejected,

O, most afflicted.

Both songs have the same purpose - to draw you near to God. The problem with the first one is my problem. You see, I’m a sinner. I can sing that first song and find myself thinking about what’s for lunch or over-admiring an attractive woman singing a couple rows from me.

The second song might not be as catchy or emotional, but for a sinner like myself it is gracious because it actually captures my imagination and doesn’t let it go too far. It takes time to develop a single thought from various angles and it causes me to ponder its meaning. That’s what a person with my particular maladies needs.

So, to be blunt, Brennan’s new book is more like the first song. It’s like he’s saying to me:

God loves you.

NO, SERIOUSLY…he really loves you!

OMG, you have got to get that God is crazy in love with you in a really big way.

This has the curious effect of making me want to meet Brennan in person, to meet the guy who is clearly in a manic phase of God’s love. But, as a book, I just needed more to hang on to.

Early in the book it says, “I believe that Christianity happens when men an women experience the reckless, raging confidence that comes from knowing the God of Jesus Christ.”

There are times when I feel that reckless, raging confidence, but I don’t think that’s the essence of Christianity. In fact, I believe that Christianity may be happening just as strongly when you feel like the whole thing is bogus. Or when knowing God has broken your heart. Mother Theresa for example.

In other words, Manning is clearly set on making us feel the love and grace of God.

The irony of this method, to us sinners, is that it can erode our sense of grace. It tempts us to manufacture emotion that we simply don’t have in order to feel accepted by God.

This is just another side of Brennan’s candid admission that much of his ministry was working among the extremely poor or among prisoners in order to be accepted by God. You find yourself doing the right things for the wrong reasons and distanced from God because of it.

Brennan Manning feels it, and deeply…but if this book is aimed at my heart, it misses its mark.

Friday, May 1, 2009

Review: Lolita

Lolita.  Vladimir Nabokov.  Fiction.

Occh.  How do I solve a problem like reviewing Lolita?

I have no freaking idea.

Here’s the thing…

1.  There’s just no denying it’s brilliant, despite the seriously uncomfortable subject matter.  And important serious books should be written about uncomfortable subject matter.  However…

2.  It’s disturbing to wake up and realize how unqualified I feel to give a significant considered review of said important but disturbing subject matter.  It’s complicated and I’m finding it very hard to critique the actual work rather than the subject matter and how I personally feel about it.

Things to consider:

A.  I don’t love the way Nabokov writes.  Oh I can appreciate the hell out of it, but personally it’s a bit wordy and overly descriptive for my tastes.  I get bored quickly with descriptions of things that I don’t think are important (and usually aren’t).

B.  I do have to give Nabokov credit however for making me feel for Humbert Humbert without Nabokov begging or whining on his behalf.  I didn’t want to like him, and I didn’t, but I also freaking hated Lolita.  Perhaps that’s a foregone conclusion since we’re seeing everything from Humbert’s perspective, but I had trouble tapping into his love for Lolita (maybe because I didn’t want to) and could only find annoyance and frustration for her.  For me, if there’s a character more unlikable in Lolita than Humbert, it’s Lolita.

C.  I also feel compelled to consider all of the Lolita alternate covers and the film…because it’s all an important part I think of how the Lolita…lexicon if you will, has developed over time.

For example, the cover above is the cover from the book I read.  I feel pretty blah about it (it was on sale at The Strand).  It’s decidedly sexual, but that could be an 18 or even a 25 year-old woman’s skin and mouth on the cover (a 25 year-old woman with decidedly awesome young skin, but still).  Whereas this is the cover from the copy Adam was reading.

Which is, to me, decidedly more disturbing…considering it’s Lolita we’re talking about and those legs look very young and awkward and decidedly innocent and unsexy.  But look at these other covers….

Some of them are a bit incendiary (considering) and more accurate I think to what is supposed to be going on in the book (#1, #2, #3, and #5) and make me feel slightly different about the content inside.  Covers #6 and #7 are decidedly less creepy as the women depicted seem a more appropriate age to be sexually active by choice, and cover #8 is just ridiculous, I mean that woman is like 30 and has a mustache for christ’s sake, I’m sure she’s been sexually active, and rightly so, for ages.  Cover #4 is my favorite if only because I like the sketchy quality and because it’s the only one that doesn’t try to specifically put a look or feeling or age to Lolita, it’s abstract enough that I have to use only what Nabokov gives me in the book…which is the way it should be.

What about this one?

It takes the prize as the super creepiest.  But maybe the most accurate?  Even though it’s a little abstract, knowing what’s on the inside and that the simple line drawing is not a sweet moment between father and child but between sexual predator and child makes it the most disturbing of the bunch (except maybe #8 and her mustache).

I also feel I have to consider the famous film adapted from the novel, by Kubrick and Nabokov himself.  THIS is not the Lolita I was picturing while reading.

If I had been picturing this all along would it have make Nabokov’s Humbert Humbert any more justified in his actions?  No.  Would I have been slightly more understanding and slightly less disgusted?  Yes.  This is not the “child” I was picturing.  This is a young developing woman with a decidedly sexual aura.  Does looking this way justify a predator three times her age taking advantage of her?  Hell no, but I can’t deny it colors (if ever so slightly) the way I think about things.  And that raises only more questions.  Did Kubert and Nabokov make her (and cast her) this way in the film because they wanted us to understand how Humbert sees her regardless of her age?  She might look innocent and 12 to us, but to Humbert she always looks like this?  Or were they pressured into making her older by what they could get away with in the film (it was controversial as all get out even by making her 14 instead of 12) or was it simply impossible to cast an actress that could look both 12 and 16 realistically while 14 and 18 was more doable?

For me, a lot is lost in the Lolita adaptation to film, because while there is nothing okay about adults preying on 14 year-olds, there is a world of difference I think between a child of 12 and a child of 14.  A lot happens in those two years.  Just like there’s a huge difference between 14 and 16…

Ah, conundrum.  And I’m no closer to understanding how I feel about the book itself really.  I guess I’ll just have to accept the premise of my very first point.  It’s a brilliant and important well written book and people should read it.  If only to make them think (even if it only turns into circle logic like what happened to me).  I give Lolita 4.5 stars for all those reasons and shudder away from it, happy to be moving on.