Mar 112012
 

Whoah.  The book A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle just turned 50!  NPR has a great write-up about it and how it almost didn’t see the light of day.  I have to give this book credit as the one which sucked me into reading science fiction way back when I was 9 or 10 years old.  It was just so…weird.  The three mysterious and eccentric old ladies, the time and space travel, the math and physics concepts, the creepy village controlled by a giant, pulsing mind-controlling brain…it was right up my alley.  The second book in the series was just as weird, though in a different way, and I never did get around to reading the third.  But that first book really made an impact, and just a couple of years ago I read it again for the first time in 30 years.  It’s still pretty damn fantastic, and still very weird for a book aimed at the younger crowd–especially considering when it was written.

Imagine, for a moment, that you’re a publisher hearing a pitch about a children’s book whose tangled plot braids together quantum physics, fractions and megaparsecs a measure for distances in intergalactic space. The book also casually tosses out phrases in French, Italian, German and ancient Greek. Sound like the next kids best-seller to you?

It didn’t to the many publishers who rejected Madeleine L’Engle’s A Wrinkle in Time, which turns 50 this year. The novel was an immediate hit with young readers and with critics when it was published, and it won the Newbery Medal in 1963. Since then, it has remained a beloved favorite of children and adults alike.

But it almost didn’t see the light of day. At the time, L’Engle already had six books to her name, but publishers were perplexed by her latest.

via NPR

Nov 062011
 

While laid-up at home over the weekend with health issues, I’ve had a chance to dig into this book I’ve had for a while called Godless: How an Evangelical Preacher Became One of America’s Leading Atheists.  This guy was as deep into the Christian culture as one can get:  raised that way from the start, leaving home at age 15 to preach on the streets, becoming a youth pastor, starting his own ministry, traveling town to town and living solely on donations from his sermons (even with two kids in tow), “healing” many and bringing countless people into his flock, writing many famous Christian songs and several full musicals for children…he’s done it all, and he was 100% convinced that he was doing the lord’s work and following a higher call.

And then…cracks began to form in his reality.  In his 30s he began to have doubts and ask questions about the things he was teaching.  He began to seriously examine the bible and what it actually says, leading him to see the glaring contradictions and downright immoral nature of many of its teachings.  He also began to explore areas outside his Christian universe, things he was always told never to pursue:  science, philosophy, physics, computers, art, evolution, psychology, and mathematics.  Over a period of a couple of years he finally had discovered that he didn’t believe in god, miracles, faith healing, the second coming, the resurrection–none of it.  He found it absurd and contrary to logic and reason.

I’m not even halfway through the book yet, and I’m already raving about it to people!  It’s a joy to read about his journey of awakening from this absurd dream, and to see how it transformed his life from one of intellectual oppression to one of infinite curiosity and wonder, without having to live in fear and dread of some End Times that will never come.  His parents even dropped religion eventually, with his mother saying “Now I don’t have to hate anymore.”  His thoughts on religion echo my own (which took me years to cultivate and even admit to myself), though his are far more articulate and his experience as a Christian was far more intense than anything I’ve ever been involved with.  It’s a refreshing and validating read.

He also easily dismantles common arguments made by believers, a skill he gained from many years publicly debating theists on the existence of a god.  There’s a whole chapter on this, it’s almost like a debate primer.

One of the biggest things in this book that really struck a chord with me is his attitude towards Christians (and people of any faith) as an atheist:  he doesn’t hate them or consider them “the enemy”, he prefers to judge people based on actions rather than beliefs.  He lost many Christian friends after coming out as an atheist, but he also kept many of them and they remain good friends.  They just have different views on god, that’s all.

Now, to me this idea sounds good but it’s difficult to put into practice, because for so long I’ve viewed most Christians as “the enemy” because of their hateful, oppressive behavior and impact on our culture.  Hell, they may be the single biggest source of human pain, suffering, and death in recorded history!  So I’m not sure how successful I will be at adopting this attitude, but I’m trying…because it’s the non-asshole thing to do, and I’m trying to be less of an asshole these days, believe it or not. :)  And I think for most Christians this attitude would make sense, because as I’ve said before, even I know that they’re not ALL dangerous.  They’re just so much fun to ridicule and they often deserve it!

I do have one example to build on which I haven’t ever mentioned on my blog before:  my own brother.  He’s gone through Christian “phases”, some good and some not (his college years were especially bad), but his latest phase is the strongest and most focused.  He’s finally in with some good people and making some good friends, and he’s even got a cause.  For the past three years he’s been making annual trips to Liberia with his church group, not only doing the churchy-Jesusy stuff, but also raising money for fresh water pumps, helping rebuild damaged homes, and generally helping out some people who could use it.

Now, I’m not saying I wholly agree with the churchy part.  I think that if you’re going to be charitable, do it with no strings attached.  You shouldn’t have to do good works at the prompting of  an invisible man in the sky who promises rewards in the afterlife.  This has been a major sticking point with me because my brother wouldn’t be doing any of this if it wasn’t for his church.  But he’s doing it…and it’s something I never thought I’d ever see him involved with.  (Liberia is mostly Christian anyway, so it’s not like he’s over there converting people–I don’t think that’s his church’s thing.)  He’s finally found something worthwhile to be passionate about, and I can’t fault him for that.  He does rattle on and on and on about it, Liberia this and Liberia that, but I can deal.  He’s never been this enthusiastic about something that didn’t involve a computer, so I’m proud of him and I should cut him some slack.

I still think Christians are self-deluded and putting all their stock in a make-believe afterlife, which tends to diminish the life they’re living now, but that shouldn’t negate any good works they do.  I just wish more of them were spending time helping the needy like this, rather than working to oppress those they don’t like or spreading their intolerance around.

So that’s my sort-of book review.  If you’re not sure you’re an atheist or you’re having serious doubts about Christian teachings, you need to read this book.  It’s got a little something for everyone, maybe even believers.

Oct 242011
 

When I was a kid I found this Jack Chick tract on the ground and it scared the hell out of me.  That’s what it’s intended to do:  create faith through fear.  It was full of scary words and images, perfect for making impressionable ones tremble.

Tonight I spotted one in the magazine rack at the local grocery store.  I promptly snatched it up, and when we got home I tossed it right in the recycling where it belongs.  It’s my good deed for the day. :)

And look!  You can even read it online if you’re so inclined.  Go ahead, it’s a pretty good laugh!  But as a kid, I was really sweatin’ out the afterlife…and I still resent that fucker Jack Chick for that.

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Sep 072011
 

Here’s a great book for a coffee table…or the bathroom.  It claims to offer spiritual advice by comparing Christian teachings to “Star Wars”.  I kid you not, this shit is real.  It’s yet another example of Christians trying to make their religion cool, modern, and interesting to young people.

We can lump this batshit craziness in with the other lame attempts at Christian coolness:  hip-hop/rock music, action movies, comic books, flash mobs, and video games.  Your beliefs will never be hip and modern, they will never reach pop culture greatness.  Just admit it and quit trying, will ya?  Y’all are really looking more stupid than ever lately.

Celebrate the 30th Anniversary of Star Wars with this fascinating book

Star Wars Jesus deftly blends spiritual commentary with cinematic imagery to reveal Jesus to all those who love this series. The result is a refreshingly new vision of both the movie series and faith. Written in 101 entries that chronologically follow the movies this book is well suited to short reads from the coffee table.

via Google eBookstore

Aug 252011
 

According to the American Library Association, that is.  It’s fun to see that books about wizards and penguins are still freaking out easily-spooked parents.  And to think that Harry Potter got kids (and many adults!) reading like crazy…  But no matter, we’d rather have our kids watch TeeVee and play video games than read books about VERY REAL WIZARDY.  Wouldn’t want any of them learning how to create love spells or fly around on a broomstick, would we?  No, we need to stay grounded in reality:  talking snakes, telepathic burning bushes, boats containing all the world’s creatures, and dead guys coming back to life.  ’Cause that stuff totally happened.

On with the War on Literacy!

1. Harry Potter (series), by J.K. Rowling

2. Alice series, by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor

3. The Chocolate War, by Robert Cormier

4. And Tango Makes Three, by Justin Richardson/Peter Parnell

5. Of Mice and Men, by John Steinbeck

6. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, by Maya Angelou

7. Scary Stories (series), by Alvin Schwartz

8. His Dark Materials (series), by Philip Pullman

9. ttyl; ttfn; l8r g8r (series), by Myracle, Lauren

10. The Perks of Being a Wallflower, by Stephen Chbosky

11. Fallen Angels, by Walter Dean Myers

12. It’s Perfectly Normal, by Robie Harris

13. Captain Underpants (series), by Dav Pilkey

14. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, by Mark Twain

15. The Bluest Eye, by Toni Morrison

16. Forever, by Judy Blume

17. The Color Purple, by Alice Walker

18. Go Ask Alice, by Anonymous

19. Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger

20. King and King, by Linda de Haan

21. To Kill A Mockingbird, by Harper Lee

22. Gossip Girl (series), by Cecily von Ziegesar

23. The Giver, by Lois Lowry

24. In the Night Kitchen, by Maurice Sendak

25. Killing Mr. Griffen, by Lois Duncan

26. Beloved, by Toni Morrison

27. My Brother Sam Is Dead, by James Lincoln Collier

28. Bridge To Terabithia, by Katherine Paterson

29. The Face on the Milk Carton, by Caroline B. Cooney

30. We All Fall Down, by Robert Cormier

31. What My Mother Doesn’t Know, by Sonya Sones

32. Bless Me, Ultima, by Rudolfo Anaya

33. Snow Falling on Cedars, by David Guterson

34. The Earth, My Butt, and Other Big, Round Things, by Carolyn Mackler

35. Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging, by Louise Rennison

36. Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley

37. It’s So Amazing, by Robie Harris

38. Arming America, by Michael Bellasiles

39. Kaffir Boy, by Mark Mathabane

40. Life is Funny, by E.R. Frank

41. Whale Talk, by Chris Crutcher

42. The Fighting Ground, by Avi

43. Blubber, by Judy Blume

44. Athletic Shorts, by Chris Crutcher

45. Crazy Lady, by Jane Leslie Conly

46. Slaughterhouse-Five, by Kurt Vonnegut

47. The Adventures of Super Diaper Baby, by George Beard

48. Rainbow Boys, by Alex Sanchez

49. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, by Ken Kesey

50. The Kite Runner, by Khaled Hosseini

51. Daughters of Eve, by Lois Duncan

52. The Great Gilly Hopkins, by Katherine Paterson

53. You Hear Me?, by Betsy Franco

54. The Facts Speak for Themselves, by Brock Cole

55. Summer of My German Soldier, by Bette Green

56. When Dad Killed Mom, by Julius Lester

57. Blood and Chocolate, by Annette Curtis Klause

58. Fat Kid Rules the World, by K.L. Going

59. Olive’s Ocean, by Kevin Henkes

60. Speak, by Laurie Halse Anderson

61. Draw Me A Star, by Eric Carle

62. The Stupids (series), by Harry Allard

63. The Terrorist, by Caroline B. Cooney

64. Mick Harte Was Here, by Barbara Park

65. The Things They Carried, by Tim O’Brien

66. Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry, by Mildred Taylor

67. A Time to Kill, by John Grisham

68. Always Running, by Luis Rodriguez

69. Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury

70. Harris and Me, by Gary Paulsen

71. Junie B. Jones (series), by Barbara Park

72. Song of Solomon, by Toni Morrison

73. What’s Happening to My Body Book, by Lynda Madaras

74. The Lovely Bones, by Alice Sebold

75. Anastasia (series), by Lois Lowry

76. A Prayer for Owen Meany, by John Irving

77. Crazy: A Novel, by Benjamin Lebert

78. The Joy of Gay Sex, by Dr. Charles Silverstein

79. The Upstairs Room, by Johanna Reiss

80. A Day No Pigs Would Die, by Robert Newton Peck

81. Black Boy, by Richard Wright

82. Deal With It!, by Esther Drill

83. Detour for Emmy, by Marilyn Reynolds

84. So Far From the Bamboo Grove, by Yoko Watkins

85. Staying Fat for Sarah Byrnes, by Chris Crutcher

86. Cut, by Patricia McCormick

87. Tiger Eyes, by Judy Blume

88. The Handmaid’s Tale, by Margaret Atwood

89. Friday Night Lights, by H.G. Bissenger

90. A Wrinkle in Time, by Madeline L’Engle

91. Julie of the Wolves, by Jean Craighead George

92. The Boy Who Lost His Face, by Louis Sachar

93. Bumps in the Night, by Harry Allard

94. Goosebumps (series), by R.L. Stine

95. Shade’s Children, by Garth Nix

96. Grendel, by John Gardner

97. The House of the Spirits, by Isabel Allende

98. I Saw Esau, by Iona Opte

99. Are You There, God?  It’s Me, Margaret, by Judy Blume

100. America: A Novel, by E.R. Frank

Jul 242011
 

Shit…if I’d known this, I would have skipped her show a couple of months ago.  ’Cause I’m like that.

In the wake of the publication of her autobiography last year Between a Heart and a Rock Place, the “Invincible” pop-rock veteran is taking her love of Christmas and new-found literary propensity and combining them into what she describes as a work of ”historical fiction” set in the modern day about the second coming of ol’ J.C.. Benatar told Billboard that the Christian messiah’s return has long been a topic of interest to her. “It’s one of my hobbies, so I just started writing this story,” she said. “I’ve been putting it together for almost 10 years.”

via crawdaddy.com

Jun 262011
 

I keep seeing this book everywhere called Heaven is for Real:  A Little Boy’s Astounding Story of His Trip to Heaven and Back.  It’s an automatic eye-roller, right?  But then curiosity got the better of me and I read the synopsis online, and it’s even more ridiculous than I thought.  Get a load of this:

Heaven Is for Real is the true story of the four-year old son of a small town Nebraska pastor who during emergency surgery slips from consciousness and enters heaven. He survives and begins talking about being able to look down and see the doctor operating and his dad praying in the waiting room. The family didnt know what to believe but soon the evidence was clear.

Colton said he met his miscarried sister, whom no one had told him about, and his great grandfather who died 30 years before Colton was born, then shared impossible-to-know details about each. He describes the horse that only Jesus could ride, about how “reaaally big” God and his chair are, and how the Holy Spirit “shoots down power” from heaven to help us.

Told by the father, but often in Coltons own words, the disarmingly simple message is heaven is a real place, Jesus really loves children, and be ready, there is a coming last battle.

via Google eBookstore

So his father is a pastor, and the story is told by the father but “often in Colton’s own words”?  That, my friends, is all you need to know to call this book one huge crock of shit.  God sits in a chair?  Sure he does.  I’ll bet he’s got a flowing white beard, too.  And OF COURSE there’s a “last battle” coming.  To those deluded by religion there always is!  Christians are especially fanatical about the final battle, though–they really get off on all that war-for-the-righteous imagery.  Onward Christian Soldiers and all that nonsense.

There are TONS of books written by people who think they went to Heaven and saw Jesus and God and whatnot, many of them children.  I wonder how many are just like this:  claiming to be the experiences of a child, but actually made up by an adult?  It’s manipulative and evil to use children this way, though they’re hardly the only ones victimized by religion.  People believe it’s true simply because it allegedly came from a child, as if children (or their parents) never make things up for fun and/or profit.

Apr 072011
 

Last night we watched the latest Narnia movie, which was disappointing in many ways.  The “Dawn Treader” book (along with “A Wrinkle in Time”) kicked off my love of fantasy/sci-fi novels when I was in 6th grade, and it was a downer to see the story mangled into yet another Hollywood formula film with a contrived plot and an overblown mega-battle at the end.  What gives?  Here’s some of the stuff I had a problem with.

  1. First off, check out the movie poster.  What’s with Aslan’s HUGE mouthlines?  Were they trying to give him an enormous grin or something?  Lions don’t have that kind of mouth, it just doens’t open that wide.  He’d have a flip-top head if his mouth opened like that.  Truly bizarre!  There’s a different version in which he looks like an actual lion, not some freakish gaping-mouthed monster, so I wonder why this version is so common.
  2. The green mist and those human sacrifices to appease it:  what utter horseshit!  Why was this necessary?  The characters were tempted by many things in the story, and they didn’t need this mist following them around to cause that temptation.  The mist was only a plot device which ultimately led the characters to…
  3. The Dark Island.  In the film this is the Big Enemy Which Must Be Destroyed.  The book clearly lacks a central enemy, it’s simply a string of encounters and adventures for the characters, who in turn learn and grow from the experiences.  The Dark Island only one of many things the characters encounter on their voyage.  The filmmakers obviously felt the need for some kind of boogeyman which must be defeated, so they picked this island and added an extremely disgusting sea serpent for the Giant Battle towards the end.  (The book does have a sea serpent in it at some point.)
  4. When Eustace is caught stealing food by Reepicheep, the mouse swats the hell out of him with the flat of his sword up and down the length of the ship.  He doesn’t use it as an opportunity to coach Eustace in swordplay, he simply humiliates him because he finds him extremely irritating (which he was, much more so in the book).
  5. The Dufflepuds are entirely pointless in the movie.  There’s all this buildup with them when they’re invisible, then once you can see them, the old man Coriakin shoos them away so you don’t get any explanation as to who/what they are.  And the reason they were invisible?  To protect them from the bullshit green mist, of course!  Coriakin is also turned into a grim old man with a grim message about defeating the Dark Island, whereas in the book he’s kind of a dottering old eccentric.
  6. The way Aslan removed the dragon curse from Eustace is not nearly as dramatic or meaningful in the film.  In the book, the thick dragon skin is literally torn from Eustace’s body by Aslan’s claws, then he is lowered by Aslan into a pool of water which heals and cleanses him.  It’s clearly a reference to baptism and the washing away of sins.  But in the movie, Aslan just paws the ground a little and roars the dragon curse away.  YAWN.  Yeah, I can see how this scene might have been too disgusting for film, but it makes for quite a scene in one’s mind.  Too bad.
  7. The scene at Ramandu’s Island was nearly pointless, since the film didn’t show Ramandu at all, only his shiny daughter the Star.  This means they also couldn’t do the whole bit with the birds coming down from the sun, etc.  What a shame, it’s kind of beautiful in the book.
  8. The last leg of the voyage to the End of the World is completely missing from the movie:  the crystal-clear waters, the merpeople (?) who follow and try to tempt Lucy into joining them, the feeling of rejuvination the characters feel when they drink the seawater, which is sweet and “like drinking light”, etc.  They do mention the water being sweet in the movie, and the scene where they slowly row through the water lilies was kinda neat, but that’s about all we got.
  9. For a series with such Christian overtones, the movie left out the biggest Aslan=Jesus bit from the book:  when the lamb welcomes them to the end of the world and then turns into Aslan the lion.  Too obvious for moviegoing audiences, maybe?  (The film did retain the bit where Aslan tells the children he is in their world but they must learn to know him there by his other name.)

Having said all that, I do think the movie got a couple of things right.  Eustace was a huge prick (though still not as bad as in the book), and the Dufflepuds looked just as I’ve imagined them.  But mostly the movie just rushed from one special effects scene to another, all strung together with a boilerplate plot.  What a shame.

Feb 232011
 

This is brilliant!  I’ve been enjoying the novels so far, and though I haven’t even finished the 2nd book yet, I know that this is pretty much how the 4th will be.  Click to read the entire post!

Lisbeth Salander made some coffee and sandwiches and sat down at her computer. She had a hard drive and a mouse and her computer was filled with software. She booted up the JPG and stared at the files. It was time for Salander to do what she did best: modern computer hacking. Within minutes, she was inside the system…

via Gabe Delahaye

Aug 052010
 

I read The Da Vinci Code years ago, before the film but after it was a huge hit, and thought it was a decent story based on a subjects I had already read a lot about (the Christ bloodline and other conspiracy theories).  Angels and Demons was slightly better, I thought, not exactly “classic literature” but a fun and ridiculous story nonetheless.  I didn’t think at the time that the writing was particularly awful–I was more interested in devouring the story which may have made me more forgiving.  Later, I began reading about what a bad writer Dan Brown is, and the examples many people cited were indeed awfully-written.  I figured the next time I read one of his books, I’d pay closer attention!

So after recently finishing The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson, which is a cracking good detective thriller, I decided to give Dan Brown’s latest book a go.  Not surprisingly, the difference between the two authors is staggering.

Now that I’ve finished The Lost Symbol, I’m starting to notice a pattern to Dan Brown’s last three books (now known as the Robert Langdon series, which indicates more are on the way).  Here’s how they tend to go:

  1. It starts with a gruesome death.
  2. A giant conspiracy is teased:  a cold fusion bomb, the Templars, the Masons.
  3. A self-tormented, evil freak is introduced.  He’s hairless, albino, covered in tattoos, obsessed with the occult, whatever.
  4. Robert Langdon teams up with some detective or sciency chick.  They’re chased from place to place, usually churches, museums, or historical landmarks.
  5. Langdon cracks some codes, makes some wildly improbable connections, uncovers new mysteries…and solves those, too.
  6. The evil freak character fucks with them along the way, eventually revealing that he’s working for some shadowy master.
  7. The shadowy master ends up being someone Langdon trusts completely.  Langdon feels betrayed and pissed off.  (Brown actually doesn’t repeat this one in Symbol, but he goes down that path nearly to the end.)
  8. The master is revealed to all, the lingering mysteries are solved, the crisis is averted, the end.

So that’s Brown’s usual formula.  While reading his latest book, however, some things about his writing (and the story itself) jumped right out at me, so maybe he’s made some changes in his “style.”

    First off, he started using italics…a lot!  He began with italicizing a characters’ thoughts, which is fine, but then he started getting fancy.  The book is positively littered with entire sentences in italics (usually in their own paragraphs) which really didn’t need to be.  He was trying to add a lot of gravity to these phrases, but when nearly every page contains one it loses its punch.

    It’s incredibly irritating to read.

    The next thing I noticed is that whenever one of his characters has some sort of shock or discovery, they think, My God! Over and over again.  There is easily a dozen instances of My God! in this book.  Oh, and it’s in italics, did you notice?

    I sure did.  Every goddamn time.

    The third thing I discovered while reading this book is that the hero, Robert Langdon, is completely clueless.  He’s a world-renowned expert on symbology, cracking ancient codes, and unraveling history’s mysteries.  So why is it that he does absolutely nothing for 95% of this book except be pulled from one place to another by other characters and gasp in unbelieving shock (My God!) at the secrets they reveal to him?  This is the guy who discovered the bloodline of Jesus and unraveled the secrets of the Templars/Illuminati/etc.–and he’s refusing to believe all the Masonic mysteries being revealed to him in this book?  ”That’s a myth, that’s not possible!  No way, I can’t believe that!”

    Christ, what an asshole.

    There are other silly things about Brown’s writing, like the overuse of nonessential facts and tidbits (he so earnestly wants to impress us), all of which has already been written about on better blogs than this, but I don’t let those bother me quite as much as this other stuff.  The Lost Symbol is an OK story, utterly ridiculous but still kind of fun.  I only kept reading to see how he wrapped it up, and it was slightly disappointing.  (Without giving too much away, let’s just say he pulled a “Battlestar Galactica.”  If you’ve seen how that series ends, you know exactly what I mean.)  Six years of writing and this is all he came up with?

    In the end I was just glad I didn’t actually buy it–I checked it out from my local library as an ebook for my Nook.  Now I have to wonder what he has in mind for his next masterpiece.  He’s already done the big conspiracies, so what’s left?  The JFK assassination, maybe?  That might be interesting.

    Or not.