What I Read and Watched in August

I dreaded writing this post because I've had another awful reading month (since I have been mostly preparing for my upcoming theology class.) I finished Howard Snyder's Radical Wesley and read half of Roger Olsen's critique of Calvinism, Against Calvinism, but couldn't finish it because it was too snide. The one book I read for pleasure was George MacDonald's The Quiet Neighborhood, which I hope to review soon. 

A bright spot in the month was that I finally heard about The Literary Life podcast. I listened to the first three episodes and also three more recent ones on "Leaf by Niggle" and "On Fairy Stories" (both by Tolkien). I also listened to those two stories (on YouTube) and enjoyed them immensely. Hearing Angelina Stanford talk about the Gospel in Fairy Tales was a real treat.

After a good day of studying, I generally give myself a half an hour of a youtube movie, which came out to 5 movies: The two Signed, Sealed and Delivered movies (To the Altar, The Road Less Traveled) were pretty hokey, but the cast grows on you after a while. And it was amazing to hear one of the characters talk about how he had kept himself for marriage. When was the last time you heard that in a movie??? My favorite flicks were Hallmark mysteries because I enjoy the clean humor combined with an intriguing plot and very little romance. (Murder, She Baked: Deadly Recipe, Mystery 101, and Aurora Teagarden: Dead over Heels.) Although I sometimes make fun of Hallmark movies, I am sad that their channel is going the way of political correctness. 

Blessings,

A Quiet Heart - quote by Alexander MacLaren

The quiet heart will be able to fling its whole strength into its work. And that is what troubled hearts never can do, for half their energy is taken up in steadying or quieting themselves, or is dissipated in going after a hundred other things. But when we are wholly engaged in quiet fellowship with Jesus Christ, we have the whole of our energies at our command, and can fling ourselves wholly into our work for Him. 

(I found this lovely quote by Baptist preacher and expositor Alexander MacLaren (1826-1910) while reading his commentary on Ephesians 6.)

Blessings,

Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens

G.K. Chesterton called Nicholas Nickleby Dickens’ first real novel. The previous three publications had been Sketches by Boz (no hero), the PickwickPapers (older hero), and Oliver Twist (child hero). This was his first novel with a proper and dignified romantic hero; which means, of course, a somewhat chivalrous young donkey. Chesterton's description captures the personality of our young hero perfectly.

Nicholas is a young man who suddenly loses his father and must do his best to provide for his mother and sister. But in order to do so he must overcome the evil machinations of his uncle and his entourage of seedy companions. There were times when I almost despaired of a happy ending, but chapter 64 finally arrived and all was right with the world. I can’t be sure if the tears that pricked my eyes were from happiness or from relief that I finally finished this 731-page tome.

While I liked the book very much, I did not love any of the principal characters. The bad ones were far too bad and the good ones were far too good. Honest, simple John Browdie, a minor character, was my favorite (reminding me of Joe from Great Expectations). He is an uneducated man with an innate sense of right and wrong, but unlike Joe, he has an enormous sense of humor and self-confidence.

I’m working my way through the Dickens’ canon, and though this was not a favorite, I still relished the hilariously drawn lesser characters and the lovely writing. Take this description of Arthur Gride's house: Meagre old chairs and tables, of spare and bony make, and hard and cold as misers’ hearts, were ranged, in grim array, against the gloomy walls; [tall cupboards], grown lank and lantern-jawed in guarding the treasures they enclosed, and tottering, as though from constant fear and dread of thieves, shrunk up in dark corners, whence they cast no shadows on the ground, and seemed to hide and cower from observation. A tall grim clock upon the stairs, with long lean hands and famished face, ticked in cautious whispers… (p. 590)

I like Chesterton’s suggestion to read the novels in order of publication to watch the progression of Dickens' talent. If you read Nicholas Nickleby (or, better yet, listen to Mil Nicholson read it free at Librivox), follow it up with Chesterton’s witty commentary from Appreciations and Criticisms of the Works of Charles Dickens. (free for Kindle)   

Blessings,