Wednesday, 8 December 2010

A Song of Sorrow

Let that day be darkness,
let darkness and the shadow of death stain it.
Let a cloud dwell upon it and let that night be solitary.
Let no joyful voice come therein.

For now should I have lain still and been quiet,
as infants which never saw light.
Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery,
and life unto the bitter in soul.

My roarings are poured out like the waters.
For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me,
and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.

I was not in safety,
neither had I rest,
neither was I quiet.
Yet trouble came.

Monday, 18 October 2010

Review - Immanuel's Veins (or the worst book I ever read)

Immanuel's Veins is a book about a Russian soldier in the 1700 called Toma Nicolescu who is sent by the Queen of Russia to provide protection to the Cantemir estate in the Moldavia. He and his partner end up going through a predictable story of good against evil and personal struggle with desire and despair. Toma's struggle is far exceeded by the struggle of the readers.

The story is ridiculously laborious, constantly recovering the same ground again and again. The cliché narrative is only outdone by the cliché writing and bafflingly poor choice of language. The book is loaded with anachronistic colloquialisms and is more cringe worthy at times than two bits of Styrofoam rubbing together.

Finally, I have never read a “Christian Fiction” before and this book confirmed what I always expected. The spiritual 'point' of the book felt like it had to forced into the story (such as it was) and made absolutely no impact.

Overall I have to ask, if this was not a book made-to-order for those inside the Chirstian bubble would this have ever made it past the desk of the assistant to the assistant editor at the publishing house.

Disclosure of immaterial Connection: I received this book free from Thomas Nelson Publishers as part of their BookSneeze book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review (obviously). The opinions I have expressed are my own. The Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.” is an American law and has nothing to do with me because I'm an Australian blogger so while I am disclosing this in accordance with the their 'rules' I'm only doing it to keep the Book-Sneeze people happy not the US The Federal Trade Commission. :-)

Saturday, 31 July 2010

Laying your hands on a conversation.

"It doesn't matter whether you're selling Jesus or Buddha or civil rights or 'How to Make Money in Real Estate With No Money Down.' [...] Because as soon as you lay your hands on a conversation to steer it, it's not a conversation anymore; it's a pitch. And you're not a human being; you're a marketing rep."
- Phil Cooper
from The Big Kahuna

Monday, 26 July 2010

Off The Track

There was a man who use to rescue old greyhounds from the race track.

One day a visitor to the man asked one of the dogs “Dog, why aren't racing anymore?”

“Did you stop winning?” He asked

“No, I always won.” said the dog

“Was the pay to low” He asked

“No the pay was great” said the dog

“Were you not getting the recognition you wanted” He asked

“No I was really famous” answered the dog

“Well then what, why did you stop racing” He asked

and the dog answered

"Because one day I realised that rabbit I was chasing wasn't real."

Wednesday, 7 July 2010

That poor bastard...

I'm sort of an atheist. I like Jesus and all, but I don't care too much for most of the other stuff in the Bible. Take the Disciples, for instance. They annoyed the hell out of me, if you want to know the truth. They were all right after Jesus was dead and all, but while He was alive, they were about as much use to Him as a hole in the head. All they did was keep letting Him down. I like almost anybody in the Bible better than the Disciples. If you want to know the truth, the guy I like best in the Bible, next to Jesus, was that lunatic and all, that lived in the tombs and kept cutting himself with stones. I like him ten times as much as the Disciples, that poor bastard.

- Holden Caulfield
The Catcher in the Rye