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George Barna Invents a Revolution

I finally got around to reading George Barna’s “Revolution,” a controversial little tome. Our bishop sent a copy to all UB pastors, and it upset some of them. Which I can understand. The book upset me. Barna, in a passive-aggressive way, basically cheers for the demise of the local church. He predicts that in the next 20 years, today’s churches will lose a huge percentage of their people, as those parishioners seek spiritual fulfillment outside of the church. This is his “Revolution,” a fundamental change in the American religious landscape. In this new world, Barna seems to contend, the truly spiritual warriors will be the people who abandon the church. What a delightful theory.

This is not a new idea to me. In 1993 I read William Hendricks wonderful book “Exit Interviews: Revealing Stories of Why People are Leaving Church.” The book told the stories of a number of actual people with real names (something Barna doesn’t do), helping us understand their spiritual journey and why they left the church, and how they keep the flame alive. It greatly broadened my view of how God sometimes chooses to work.

[Warning: This is a long post. Excrutiatingly long. Full of half-baked opinions flavored with heaping tablespoons of ignorance, subjectivity, and general immaturity. You’re advised to stop. Right now. Seriously.]

We’ve all met nonChristians who say, “I’m not interesting in becoming a Christian, because I’ve known so many Christians who are hypocrites.” And we say, “Don’t give up on Christianity because of Christians.”

Barna basically affirms the thought, “I’m not interesting in being part of a local church, because too many local churches are ineffective.” To which I say, “Find a good church. They exist everywhere.”

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Okay, I Forced Myself to Finish “The DaVinci Code”

Well, I finally finished reading The DaVinci Code. The first half was exciting and intriguing, with the “gravitational pull” that I once heard Philip Yancey talk about at a writer’s conference, the momentum propelling you onward. Then you get to the middle, where Sir Teabing lays out a sordid history of conspiracy and repression regarding the truth about Jesus and Mary Magdalene. That part disturbed me because it was just so doggone heretical.

But after that, the book bogged down, lost its gravitational pull. And Dan Brown resorted to assorted implausibilities. I no longer felt eager, let alone compelled, to keep reading. So I forced myself to finish the thing, like stale chocolate cake after a full meal at Smokey Bones. Now I’m done and can happily move on to something else.

I’ve not yet seen the movie, which has been lambasted by every critic I’ve read. Of course, if they had given the movie good reviews, Christians would say, “Aha! Another example of the liberal media supporting an effort to discredit Christianity.” Jerry Falwell et al don’t know what to make of “liberal media” folks criticizing something which is, at heart, anti-Christian. Oh, what a complex world we inhabit!

Anthony Lane of the New Yorker is one of the top movie critics, and I devour every review he writes, whether or not I care about the movie. Lane is incredibly entertaining and dumps molten sarcasm on any movie (or element of a movie) he dislikes.Such was the case with “The DaVinci Code,” though in this case, Lane also skewers the book. You must read Lane’s review in the New Yorker. It’s a LOL read.

For example, in the movie Sir Teabing talks about the Council of Nicaea. Lane writes, “We get a flashback to the council in question, and I must say that, though I have recited the Nicene Creed throughout my adult life, I never realized that it was originally formulated in the middle of a Beastie Boys concert.” He mentions the appearance of a villain “hitherto suspected by nobody except the audience.”

Of the book, Lane says, “no question has been more contentious than this: if a person of sound mind begins reading the book at ten o’clock in the morning, at what time will he or she come to the realization that it is unmitigated junk?”

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Thoughts on DaVinci, Halfway Through

I am halfway through The DaVinci Code. I’ve really enjoyed it…until last night. It’s the part where Langford and this British expert guy explain the conspiracies to Sophie. Constantine, the Dead Sea Scrolls, and lots of humanizing of Jesus are part of this discussion. And in his efforts to build a credible plot for his story, Brown resorts to rewriting history.

I like historical fiction. James Michener’s Poland and The Covenant place fictional characters into accurate historical contexts. Michener doesn’t change historical events. He only injects made-up persons into those events and lets us be entertained (and educated) as we watch his characters interact with those events.

Clive Cussler does something similar with thrillers. In Treasure, he imagines that the great Egyptian library at Alexandria was not destroyed, but was smuggled off to the Americas, where Dirk Pitt, of course, locates it. Each of his books takes some well-known story from history (the Titanic, Amelia Earhart, and the final days of Abraham Lincoln, as examples), creates an alternate but plausible scenario, and weaves it as a subplot into his contemporary thrillers. It’s a form of historical fiction, and I like it.

Biblical fiction does the same kind of thing, taking a familiar Bible character–Joseph, Sarah, Mary Magdalene, and others–and generating a full story about their lives. The story remains true to the tidbits we know from the Bible, but takes liberties in filling in the gaps.

Then you have fiction which creates what is called “alternate history.”For instance, a writer says, “Let’s pretend that the Germans won World War II. Here’s a story about a resistance group in London fighting the Nazi occupation.” The author rewrites history in order to create a new context. You could do the same thing by imagining that Napoleon conquered Russia during a particularly mild winter, or that Robert E. Lee won at Gettysburg and marched on to sack Washington D. C., and slavery was legalized throughout the USA. In such cases, the author only pretends that historical events turned out differently. (It’s also akin to last Saturday night’s hysterical opening to Saturday Night Live, which presented an alternate universe in which Al Gore won the election, and all the things which would be different as a result.)

Dan Brown tries to have it both ways, and in the process shows enormously flagrant intellectual dishonesty. He creates the context for his novel by rewriting what undisputed history tells us about the Dead Sea Scrolls, Constantine, Opus Dei, the Priory of Sion, DaVinci and his paintings, the life of Christ, and much much more–and yet, he insists that the events he cites are true. Imagine Michener writing Poland around the contention that it was the Poles who actually invaded Germany. James Michener has no doubt turned over several times in his grave over Brown’s literary transgressions.

I’ll finish the book. But Brown plays dishonestly with the rules, adjusting reality to fit his story while denying that he’s doing it. And that really really honks me off.

And I haven’t even gotten to the really good stuff yet.

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Solving a Death in Venice

For me, one of life’s simple pleasures comes when I finish a book, and then get to decide what to read next. Such a moment came tonight. I finished Donna Leon’s “Death at La Fenice,” and now I can stand at my bookshelf–the top shelf, filled with books I haven’t read yet, but which I fully intend to read, eventually–and make a choice. I always end up reading the backs of the books, even though I’ve read them before, searching for some piece of description that will snag my interest sufficiently so that I declare to myself, “This is the book.”

I did that some already tonight. Haven’t made a selection yet.

So, let me review what I’ve been reading. For the past several novels, I’ve chosen detective-genre books set in unusual (for me) surroundings. Philip Kerr’s “March Violets” was a detective novel set in Berlin just before World War II began. Before that, I read Dan Fesperman’s “Small Boat of Great Sorrows,” set amidst the not-too-distant atrocities of present-day Bosnia. Both of those books were outstanding. Curt Colbert’s “Sayanorraville” took me into the post-WW2 Japanese and Chinese immigrant communities in Seattle. And now, the beautifully written “Death at La Fenice” featured a plodding detective in Venice, Italy.

fenice.jpgCommissioner Guido Brunetti never displayed a hint of violence, and guns weren’t mentioned in the whole book. I loved this piece of description early on about Brunetti: “His clothing marked him as Italian. The cadence of his speech announced that he was Venetian. His eyes were all policeman.” Superb!

In 2000, Pam and I spent a day in Venice. That’s where I first tasted the unparralled Italian ice cream called “gelato” (not a bit like what fraudsters might call “gelato” in the States). It was a little ice cream shop facing the main canal, just at the end of the covered bridge. Venice, thanks to global warming, is a doomed city. It’s already sinking somewhat, and massively heroic measures are being taken to hold back the sea. But with water levels bound to rise a foot or more in the next few decades, there’s not much that can be done.

Because of that single day’s experience in Venice, the book felt a bit familiar to me. Interestingly, while all the other books were written in first-person, which is the viewpoint of choice for detective fiction, this one was written in third person, and needlessly so, I think. Brunetti appeared in every scene, and you viewed every scene through his eyes, which makes it ideal for first-person (much more intimate) writing. When you, for instance, describe a room in a piece of fiction, you should describe it not from multiple different angles, but through the eyes of a single person located somewhere in that room (so you can say “To the left was…” and “Against the far wall stood…). In “Death at La Fenice,” everything was described through Brunetti’s eyes, but not by him, which I felt sacrifices something. But it worked okay. Brunetti is neither hard-bitten nor sarcastic, as are most protagonists in this genre. It was a well-done book with a satisfying ending (which I didn’t anticipate, despite the clues dropped along the way), but I’m not sure I’ll read another one. I prefer the first-person, quick-punching, pistol-waving investigators of the Chandler/Parker variety.

After reading these books set in exotic settings or different time periods, I’m not as interested in trade paperbacks by such mass-market novel juggernauts as John Sanford and James Patterson (though Robert Parker will never lose my favor). Chandler still does it best, but I’m fully intrigued by Philip Kerr’s “Berlin noir” books. He writes wonderfully, and the backdrop of Nazi Germany makes it engrossing. Alas, I don’t have another Kerr book on my shelf, so for now, I’ll force contentment from some other book.

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What I’m Reading

I’ve long been a fan of Robert Parker’s “Spencer” novels, having discovered him back in the early 1980s when he was on his 5th or 6th in the series. Now there are over 30, I’m sure, and he’s added two more detective series, starring Jesse Stone and Sunny Randall. Not as interesting as Spencer, but still good.

Parker has been called the successor to Raymond Chandler, a 1940s-era fellow known for writing “The Big Sleep.” I started reading “The Big Sleep” some years ago, but for whatever reason, I lost interest early on and never finished the book. But a couple years ago, I read one of Chandler’s short stories and was absolutely enthralled. What a masterful writer! I’ve since read several of his books, including “The Big Sleep,” and several more sit on my bookshelf.

But Chandler also aroused my interest in other old-time detective writers, like Dashell Hammet and Jim Thompson and Patricia Highsmith. I’ve fallen in love with the whole noir genre, books starring hard-boiled detectives and set earlier in the century, and written in the first-person with sarcasm and wit deluxe. Part of my attraction to these books is that writers in those days couldn’t freely use obscenity or write sex scenes. Thankfully, plenty of people still get killed. But there’s an innocence to the mayhem.

MarchViolets.jpgMost recently, I discovered Philip Kerr’s “Berlin Noir” series, three books set in Berlin circa WW2. He’s a more contemporary writer, so there was some language and other stuff. But it’s still a period book in the same genre. Last night I finished the first book in the series, “March Violets,” which occurs in 1936 at the time of the Berlin Olympics. The plot is a nothing-special murder mystery, but it’s set in the context of Hitler’s consolidation of power. You see people disappear, you see concentration camps arise, you see Jews and others persecuted, and you catch the mood of a city and of a country which is still unsure of what exactly is happening. So while this murder investigation unfolds, a huge drama is occurring all around you. Fascinating stuff. I’m looking forward to the next two books.

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Lessons from Nancy Drew

The legend is that the same man wrote the Nancy Drew mysteries and the Hardy Boys mysteries. That’s not quite true, as I just learned from reading a wonderful article in The New Yorker. A guy named Edward Stratemeyer, a superb writer, came up with the idea of book series aimed at kids, and with continuing characters. But he didn’t have time to write them all. So, being quite the entrepreneur, he developed the idea of a “publishing syndicate.” He would send a writer an outline for a book, just enough to get him going, that person would write the book, then Stratemeyer would edit it for consistency and quality. This started around 1906 with a series called the Rover Boys. He eventually had 14 series going at once, with a slew of writers cranking the books out.

The books were basically ghost-written, and then published under the same name. In the case of Nancy Drew, it was “Carolyn Keene,” although a young college grad named Mildred Wirt wrote 23 of the first 30 Nancy Drew books. That became Stratemeyer’s best-selling series, eclipsing the Hardy Boys, Bobbsey Twins, and Tom Swift.

I used to read some of Mom’s Nancy Drew books, and I thoroughly enjoyed them. My wife, Pam, has the whole series, too. Now I find out that we probably didn’t read the same books. In 1959, the whole line of Nancy Drew books was updated. Among other things, Nancy’s age increased from 16 to 18. Offensive stereotypes were expunged. Lots of stuff. Those are the books most of today’s readers remember. But I had Mom’s books, which predated 1959. I’m sure they were more pure and wholesome.

The Hardy Boys books, which came before Nancy Drew, attracted severe criticism from educators and librarians. They said “the harm done is simply incalculable.” The series would “debauch and vitiate” a child’s imagination. The books were simply escapist, with no overriding moral theme. Keep in mind that in the early 1900s, most kids were growing up on farms, and kids worked hard. For a boy to lay around reading a mystery book…that probably didn’t sit well with farm dads.

So I’m thinking of parallels. Despite the early condemnations, today people look at Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys as good, clean, safe reading for any kids. The TV shows I watched during my childhood were probably blasted by conservative Christian groups, though we now look back on 1960s TV fare and say, “That was good, wholesome entertainment.” People used to rant about how families didn’t converse with each other or do things together–they just sat in a room like a bunch of zombies and stared at the boob tube. So people claimed. But today, families don’t even do that together–each member of the family has a TV or computer or X-Box in his/her own room, and they part ways for the evening. I remember very fondly my whole family looking forward to Friday night, when we would don our PJs (with the built-in feet) and gather in the family room to watch “Friday Night at the Movies.” Mom would make her wonderful buttered popcorn, and we’d have Pepsi. Good times. Are there families today that spend the evening watching, together, “Desperate Housewives”? I hope not.

Until the mid-to-late 1800s, the United Brethren church had some strict rules against music. We outlawed choirs in 1861, reasoning that everyone was supposed to sing at the same time, not just part of the congregation. In 1865, we outlawed using instrumental music in church services. Those prohibitions were removed in 1885, and I’m sure people, being people, decried it as the liberalizing of the church.

In my lifetime, I’ve seen how shocked people are when we add drums and guitars to a traditional hymn. Imagine in the 1800s when people, for the first time, heard a mere piano used with a hymn, instead of singing only acapella. Maybe there were fierce debates about adding an organ along with the piano, and people who complained that the newfangled organ sounds just didn’t go right with a hymn. Of course, the piano-organ thing was the norm for me.

In my church, we’re doing some of the new songs that combine a hymn with a few new lyrics. Like Todd Agnew’s “Grace Like Rain” (Amazing Grace) and Chris Tomlin’s version of “When I Survey the Wondrous Cross.” Today’s generation, having never heard the unadulterated hymnbook version, will assume that that’s how it was originally written. Just like readers of Nancy Drew after 1959 assumed they were getting the original book, when actually it was an older, more contemporary Nancy Drew.

I guess we shouldn’t be quick to criticize changes in society or the church. Because, 20 years down the road, we’ll probably wonder what all the fuss was about.

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Magazines Vs. Books

For about ten years, beginning around 1985, I had a goal of reading at least 52 books a year (one per week). When I began dating Pam, she, a voracious reader, adopted the same goal. We would occasionally battle to see who would end the year with the most books read. My high was in the 80s. But I can’t compete with Pam. One year, while I met my 52 goal, she read 104 books. This year, she’s on track to hit that number again. Right now, she’s somewhere around 90 books read for the year.

I met that goal for about seven years, but couldn’t keep it going. There was my Masters work, my actual book writing (six books during the 1990s), and various general excuses. But most significantly, I read magazines, and while the accumulated wordage might equal Pam’s book-reading, we haven’t figured out an equitable formula for including my magazine reading. Not that either of us really cares.

I look forward to my magazines coming. They are:

  • Newsweek and Time. I’ve been reading Newsweek since I was a kid, and we received it at home. I began taking Time during the mid-1980s. If I had to give up one, it would be Time, I guess. Newsweek tackles some more ambitious and creative ideas, like the recent review of the Presidential election.
  • BusinessWeek. I began taking BusinessWeek in the mid-1980s, probably because I got a great deal for a trial subscription. I’ve grown to really like it. Learning what is happening in the business world is a great complement to Time and Newsweek.
  • New Yorker. I discovered The New Yorker during my Masters work at Ball State, and have been taking it since around 1993. It’s weekly. The New Yorker has the best, most in-depth reporting you’ll find anywhere. And the quality of writing is exceptional. Some people say it has a liberal bent, but I don’t really see that. The reporting is very fair, and very thorough. It has long long long articles, so reading it is a commitment. I usually read maybe two articles per issue. That’s enough.
  • Sports Illustrated. I’ve always enjoyed Sports Illustrated, but have viewed it more as a guilty pleasure, compared to the hard news magazines. But I began taking it again six or seven years ago, and don’t mind indulging this guilty pleasure. >Besides, the writing is incredible. To take an event that I saw on TV and heard commentators dissect, and then provide me an article a week later that fully captures my attention–that’s good writing. The in-depth features can be remarkable. The writing quality is up there with The New Yorker, though of a different breed. As a writer, I need to be reading both of those magazines.
  • ESPN. This one is, indeed, an indulgence. We got it cheap, it comes every two weeks, and I enjoy it. Don’t need it, but enjoy it. It definitely has its own identity apart from SI.
  • Entertainment. Pam and I took this years ago, then stopped. We started again a couple years ago, after getting a good deal. It’s fun. I enjoy keeping up on celebrity/entertainment nonsense.
  • MacWorld and MacAddict. I get these monthlies at work, and devour them right away. I need to keep up on what’s happening in the Macintosh world, since I run a network of Macs. I also check out two Mac news bulletin boards every day (MacNN and Macintouch).
  • Christianity Today. I also receive CT at work, and usually read it right away.

So that’s it. Put it all together, and you’ve got a lot of reading material. But I don’t know how to count it up to equal what Pam reads in books.

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Alexander the Disappointing

Pam and I just returned from seeing Oliver Stone’s new film, Alexander the Great. What a disappointment! Overall, a pretty strange film. Stone really played up the homosexual angle with Alexander–which may be historically accurate, but not something I care to see. But beyond that, the movie was just strange. Three hours and ten minutes of strange.

It was sleeting when we left the theatre. I guess winter is here.

Yesterday I finished James Patterson’s book, “The Big Bad Wolf.” I’m a fan of Patterson, especially his Alex Cross crime thrillers. There was one that I didn’t care for–some gratuitous sexual stuff–but generally, he does good stuff. I started another one last night, “Four Blind Mice.”

Heard the referendum results from four different conferences today. Hmmm.

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