By the way, I always thought The Sorrows of Young Werther was an 18th-century trash novel that glamorized suicide but I just read it for a class and it is actually a beautifully-written, concise and challenging book that has a shocking amount of relevance to our time (especially the media furor over Robin Williams’s death—I swear I’m seeing questions and arguments plastered all over its pages that were dominating the blogosphere ten minutes ago).
Introverted (energized by one’s thoughts and impressions)
Sensing (concrete and realistic)
Feeling (bases decisions on values)
Perceiving (adaptable and spontaneous)
Dominant Function: Introverted Feeling (Fi)
The dominant function is one’s “default setting,” the function one feels most…
All this was just a preliminary to say—
huckly, check this out.
(Postscript to previous—
I was beginning that reply the day isfjmel-phleg published it, and would have posted it then if I hadn’t been coming down with a sickness that kept me in bed all the next day.
But then when I finally came downstairs, my 12-year-old brother, who’s got a book list for a school assignment, asked me to read him Tom Sawyer this month so he wouldn’t have to read it himself.
I think another adventure is imminent.)
I’ve been rereading The Adventures of Tom Sawyer in order to take notes for some upcoming analyses (spoilers!). And I’ve enjoyed it. It’s a hilarious, exciting, brilliantly written book with some fascinating characters. But it makes me sad.
Books come with all sorts of associations. Give me the name of any book I’ve ever read, and I can probably tell you when I first read it, where, and how it felt. I think the first time I read Tom Sawyer it was begged off my brother, but still I associate it more strongly with my grandfather’s showing me an old album and pointing out himself among the cast of his elementary school play (taken from the book), in which he played Sidney, of all characters. And I really wish I could forget the time I was at his house, hidden in a corner by the bookshelf and reading TS, and he found me and asked what I was reading. “I’m afraid my stories aren’t as exciting as the ones in that book,” he said, rather dejectedly—he had a lot to be dejected about at the time. I assured him they were.
But I find I’ve forgotten a lot from the book. And I’ve forgotten a lot of his stories too. And unfortunately they’re not on my shelf waiting for the next reread.
I’m looking at this and feeling so sad because my association with Tom Sawyer is a solid string of happy memories, from the time my great-aunt gave me her copy to the time I read it aloud to my long-term foe—otherwise known as my then-12-year-old sister.
The morning this was posted, I left my ride to college waiting out in the rain because all the rest of the family were out, and instead of attending to my phone like I should have been doing I was in the kitchen with my 17-year-old sister having an extended, hilarious, no-one-without-years-of-context-will-fully-understand sort of conversation that didn’t bear interrupting. I can’t even remember now what it was really even about—it certainly wasn’t about some 19th century hooligans with dead cats—but I feel certain that every word of it had its roots in that initial reading of Tom Sawyer, and that if Mr. Mark Twain hadn’t sat down to write a book about his childhood in 1872, I would have been early to school that day, a little damp and possibly a little bit lonely and miserable.
Sure, there’s the subtext that underlies the writing in a given book, but there’s also the supertext we layer on by ourselves. Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference, and sometimes it’s very easy. But this is why there are some books we can’t bear the sight of, and why we cling to our old copies. To borrow a line from Cornelia Funke, “books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.”
ok but question that I can’t seem to get past: Why would God refuse to save someone He loves? It’s certainly not because He can’t.
I already commented this, but it’s worth a reblog:
Some people chose to reject God. God has not given up on those people, nor does he refuse to save them. On the contrary, he makes divine grace constantly available to us human beings—that’s how people change. Sometimes it’s hard for us to grasp. Sometimes our circumstances or our stubbornness make us unable to see it. But rest assured, it is always, always there.
As C.S. Lewis puts it in The Screwtape Letters, "Merely to override a human will … would be for Him useless. He cannot ravish. He can only woo." Or, to put it another way, God extends a lifeline to each and every one of us, but does not force our hand to grab it. We make that decision ourselves. The power is God’s, but the choice is ours.
God loves, regardless. God creates out of love. No one is made for hatred. On the contrary, each and every one of us was created for eternal happiness and glory. (That is why Hell is so wrong, and that is why sin is so bad. It’s not worth the cost. When we sin, we’re trading our birthright for a bowl of lentil stew.)
You know I love this line, because Mabel is not dumb. She knows darn well she’s being insulted, but not only does she like to give people the benefit of the doubt because she’s such a kind and positive person, she genuinely sees no reason why a fat old lady can’t be awesome and great. Nor should any of us.
Writer’s Block. It sounds like a fearsome condition, a creative blockage. The end of invention. But what is it, really?
when u get online before ur friend and there’s big news in ur fandom
Ahhhhhahhhahh it’s so true.
Make prayer a part of all that you do.
Posting my resume like
Life as an avid reader can be tricky.
Follow Bloomsbury Publishing on Vine to feel less alone.
The head of IUPUI’s Center for Bradbury Studies talks about Banned Books Week, the latest installment in his three-part Bradbury biography and efforts to censor Fahrenheit 451.
He’s a Bradbury expert.
There is an actual person walking around whose job it is to be an expert on Ray Bradbury.
—What, what what am I taking classes for in such a world as this?