Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Grave Peril - Dresen Files book 3 - by Jim Butcher

After finishing a long and not so entertaining non-fiction book, I like to read something that I know will pique my interest.  Jim Butcher’s Dresden Files comes through in spades again.  The action kicks in immediately and only slows down for one or two chapters.

This time, Harry Dresden, our erstwhile hero, has some new help in the person of Michael Carpenter.  Michael is known as the Fist of God and is a Knight with a strong Faith and a sweet sword. He watches Harry’s back and destroys evil wherever he finds it. The ghosts in Chicago are running rampant, and it’s up to them to find out who or what is causing that to happen. 

The Dresden files are starting to fit into a mold.  Something ugly goes bump in the night.  Only one person in Chicago is equipped to fight the bad guy, and it’s Harry Dresden.  He sets out to find out what’s going on, and things go from bad to worse to badder to worser in a hurry. I know, not remotely grammatically correct, but I think you get the idea.  Just when you think it is as bad as it gets, it isn’t.  This time, it gets so bad that Harry dies - for a minute.  How can he get out?

Butcher set me up again this time.  As I read through the first half of the book, I started wondering why Dresden didn’t just do some badass magic stuff and get it over with.  He always seems so weak.  Ask and you shall receive.  When things look bleakest, Harry Dresden finds a way to get through.  And he does it in spectacular fashion.

I love a book that causes me to feel some emotion.  As long as it isn’t irritation, it’s a good thing.  This book managed to make me laugh and cheer.  Although it was a familiar plot arc, I really didn’t care.  Butcher does it well and made it feel fresh. I think I’ll try and find out if he can continue to keep it going through the whole series.

Rating: 4 out of 5  (see the rating system)

Monday, March 30, 2009

Monday Erotica Review: Those Dangerous Times

Today is the review for the third novel in the Noah Ravenswood series by Christopher C. Newman, available at Dark Roast Press.

Those Dangerous Times  by Christopher C. Newman

There, standing completely nude in the pale dawn light, was Lisa. She was facing him and her body was quivering like she was having some sort of seizure. George watched in horror as a pair of dark gray arms emerged from her stomach– and the hands on the ends of those arms obscenely caressed Lisa’s ample chest. Blood ran down from the wounds that the arms had made in her stomach as those hands, pitch-black, clutched more like talons than fingers into the meat of the ex-barmaid’s bosom. Lisa’s eyes widened; they silently begged and pleaded with George to do something. A ragged rush of air passed between her clenched teeth as she found the strength to breathe. 

 

“George,” she softly cried as the color of her flesh became pallor with a sickening speed. 

 

“What the hell!” the big man spat, and he ran forward. As he approached, a creature’s face appeared over Lisa’s right shoulder.  

 

The long wild black hair framed a dark expanse that was twisted into a hateful sneer. The thing had no eyes, just twin wells of deep darkness on either side of its nose. It smoked; rolls of gray steam seemed to waft off of the thing’s body, creating a strange misty background to accent Lisa’s trembling, pale skin. Lisa’s body shook even harder and blood erupted from her lips, painting her chin a dreadful crimson.  

 

“Aaarrgggh,” the twenty-year old softly gurgled before slumping lifeless in the apparition’s hold.  

 

The phantom smiled; it was horrible to behold and made George’s blood run icily in his veins. It lifted up Lisa’s limp form and tossed her aside like the wadded up remains of a fast food meal.  

 

“George Dabrowski,” it hoarsely whispered with a chilling voice. “Do you remember me…?” 

 

“No!” he shouted at the figure creeping upon the ground towards him. “I-it can’t be! You’ve been dead for… t-twenty-four years!” 

 

“No, not dead,” it whispered in that terrible tone. “Just searching, searching and wandering until I could find those who murdered me. You will lead me to them all, George Dabrowski… I will have my revenge upon all of you!” 

 

“Piss off!” he screamed at the smoking gray spirit. “They’re my brothers! I’ll never help you kill us all!” 

 

George ran to the bike and jumped upon it. He fired it up with a roar and tore off down the road as if his ass was on fire. Behind him he could hear the creature laugh. It was one of the few sounds he would never forget. It was more of a coughing bark than a laugh, but a laugh it was all the same.

 My review: 

If you liked the first two books of the Ravenswood series, you’re going to love this one.   In my favorite of the series, Those Dangerous Times, the main characters really evolve.  You’ll get a glimpse into Noah’s past as a soldier, an insight into what makes him so gruff and jaded today.  If you liked Sarah, then this one is a must read, I won’t give anymore away about that, but the relationship between the two characters if finally defined completely. 

As for storyline, this novel is a real whodunit, with all the twists and turns we’ve come to expect from this author.  If you cross Agatha Christie and Stephen King what you get is Christopher Newman and Those Dangerous Times.  I can’t recommend it enough an give it 5 stars and two thumbs up!

Denim Dancing

So, I decided to make the AlterNation denim skirt - the big fluffy one.  I went to  Salvation Army and bought a bunch of foolishness, including two silk 

ties, three pair of jeans, one pair of seersucker pants, and one pair of very ugly plaid shorts.  

Identifying the right jeans took some time.  If you are going to have grayish blue jeans as your base - the pair that you use for the waistband and zipper - then all the rest of the jeans have to fall into the same basic color family.  At least for my taste, bright blue with a nearly purplish hue doesn’t go with grayish blue denim.  I was looking for three pair of jeans with a similar color base, all dark.  And then I found this embroidery, which made me happy.  

So, with two pair of jeans in, and the idea that I would use the seersucker as an insert - make it lighter, more appropriate for summer.  I got the white bag home and threw everything in the wash.  After everything came out of the dryer, I tried everything on.  One pair of jeans was between one and two sizes too big for me - good for a Sunday.  (Clearly, I’m fond of my Sunday wear.)  The seersucker - while huge - may be wearable in the summer.  As long as I’m ok with looking slightly offbeat.  The plaid shorts…  well, I’ll destroy them for use in something else.  I found an extra pair of jeans in the closet upstairs - dark enough to suit me - and added them to the pile.

So, following directions (I can do that some times, but never exactly as given) I started breaking down the jeans. It’s fairly simple - cut open the inside seams of the jeans that are going to be the ones at your waist.  Make sure they fit first…  Cut the curve on the crotch, front and back, preserving the thick seam, but not so far that you start messing with the zipper.  That thick seam is going to lay on top of the other side of the fabric, and you are going to sew the thick side over the thin, if you can sew in the existing stitching then your new stitches won’t be as noticeable.  

Cut the pant legs off of the spare jeans and use the widest part of them at the bottom to cut two triangles.  Those are going to be sewn into the front and the back  gaps that result from stitching the curve of the crotch over onto the leg of the skirt.  

If you want more fullness, start cutting the seams open and adding more triangles.  In theory, you can do this forever, though denim does get heavy.  Either hem it or leave it raw.  I got my embroidery into the corner of the skirt…

And so I got to wear the skirt today.  It came out exactly as advertised, and I’m happy enough with it.  

So… the review of the instructions: Simple enough.  Results as advertised.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Thief With No Shadow by Emily Gee

I brought Thief with No Shadow, partly because the book itself appealed to me, and partly because I felt an affinity with the author.  Emily Gee is a New Zealander who enjoys travelling, she has a degree in science (geology, not quite as good as chemistry!) and she is the daughter of Maurice Gee, whose children’s books I have fond memories of reading.  I am so glad I took a chance on this book!

Thief With No Shadow is a dark fantasy with a hint of romance, and has a very intimate scale.  The conflict is life or death for the four main characters, but no-one else will really care if they fail.  There are no kingdoms to topple or ends of the world to prevent, just four people, each trying in their own way to save their sibling and create some sort of future.

Melke and her brother, Hantje, are wraiths, they can turn invisible at will.  When Hantje  is caught foolishly trying to steal from a den of salamanders, Melke agrees to steal a necklace in return for his life.

However, the necklace belongs to a psaaron (a sea creature) and was stolen from it a century ago by a member of the sal Vere family.  Cursed by the psaaron,  Bastian and his sister, Liana, are the last members of a once proud and wealthy family now reduced to poverty.  They need to return the necklace to break the curse.

All the characters except for Liana are broken in some way, and face horrible choices.  Bastian was my favourite, he is so filled with rage and despair, and tries so hard to hate Melke, but underneath he is a good and decent man, and this keeps breaking though.

Thief With No Shadow does have some flaws but I could not put the book down - when I was very close to the end there was a power cut and I had to finish reading by torchlight!  There was no way I was going to be able to wait for morning to find out what happened. 

I can  hardly wait for Emily Gee’s next book, The Laurentine Spy to be released on 5 May.  (There are quite a few books I want that are released in the first week of May.  Personally, I think it’s the authors’ way of wishing me Happy Birthday!)

Review of "Cornelius Van Til: Reformed Apologist and Churchman"

Cornelius Van Til: Reformed Apologist and Churchman, by John R. Muether, Phillipsburg, PA: P&R, 2008.

Any biographer of a man like Cornelius Van Til needs to assume certain things.  First, Van Til’s thought, though brilliant, is not always easy to divine.  Second, that this is made more  problematical by the coming together of at least two different obstacles: a. Van Til’s sometimes awkward way of putting things, and, b. the difficulty many of us have with obeying the injunction to “bring every thought into captivity to Christ” (2 Cor. 10:5).  Third, one who would write about Van Til must keep in mind that owing in no small part to the foregoing points, the famed Westminster apologist is often not closely or sympathetically read by his opponents, who content themselves too much with the misrepresentations of him which have been handed down as unquestioned truths over the years.  Fourthly, these characterizations help serve the agendas of those conservative Christians who like to flirt with wayward evangelicals who enjoy rubbing shoulders with non-evangelical intellectuals like Barth, Balthasar or Ricoeur.  It is for reasons such as these that the uncompromising thrust of Van Til’s thinking, and its conscious antithetical attitude towards unbiblical opinions must be explained if his important work is to be appreciated, especially by readers who may desire to be introduced to the man and to understand his influence.

A life of Van Til authored by a librarian and Church History professor at Westminster Seminary would be a good place to go to get such a balanced, friendly, though not uncritical treatment of this important thinker.  John Muether has given the Church his take on one whom he calls “this truly great man” (11).  And he has been concerned to connect Van Til with his Dutch Reformed roots and his Presbyterian (OPC) commitments.  These indeed come across to the reader very clearly throughout the book.  Muether charts the “protective isolationism” of his subject’s “Dutch-American upbringing” (38), his reading of Kuyper and Bavinck, and the way this led to his enthusiasm for maintaining the antithesis between saved and unsaved ways of thinking.

Muether recounts the emotional wrench of the young Van Til’s decision to leave the familiar surroundings of Grand Rapids for Princeton; a decision which, however wise, would always be felt by both Van Til and his future wife.  He did well at Princeton, winning two academic prizes and completing “four degrees in five years,” receiving his PhD from the University in 1927 (52).  Even at this early part of his life, it appears that the lineaments of his thought were pretty well cast.  And Muether notices the looming influence of Bavinck on his subject, “the evidence for which grows as Bavinck’s dogmatics is translated into English.” (56).  Anyone who studies Bavinck’s “Prolegomena” (Volume 1) can read statements which would sit comfortably within one of the syllabii of Cornelius Van Til (Cf. Muether’s comment about him refining Bavinck’s basic approach - 116).

A most interesting feature is the record of how J. Gresham Machen eventually lured Van Til away from his rural pastorate in Spring Lake, MI. to join the newly formed Westminster Seminary in 1929.  It is made clear that Machen went to extraordinary lengths to secure Van Til’s services for the new Seminary, and how, after Machen’s untimely death in 1937, he found himself taking on much of the responsibility for the work that his mentor had left behind (85).

The author also cleverly introduces us to those critics (e.g. Buswell, Daane) who would often misrepresent Van Til’s views, and who would be the cause of misconceptions about Van Til which survive him into the present day.

And here (Chapter 4) we enter one of the best parts of the book.  Rejecting John Frame’s opinion of the Clark-Van Til Controversy as a low point in the lives of both men (see 106-107), the author tells how Clark’s rationalistic theology, among other things, tended to make mere assent the basis of faith instead of the embrace of the truth by the whole man (e.g. 102), and that “Clark’s  failure to acknowledge the qualitative difference” between Divine and human knowledge, “collapsed (in the`words of the Complaint) the Creator-creature distinction that lay at the heart of a biblical doctrine of creation.”  (104).

What is significant about this chapter is how Muether shows that the supporters of Gordon H. Clark had an agenda which included broadening the OPC membership and making it fit more comfortably within mainline evangelicalism.  He also shows that even though Van Til signed the Complaint against the ordination of Clark he did not take a leading role in the controversy (104), and the language in which the Complaint was written, although borrowing from Van Til’s terminology, was not his.  Indeed, Muether suggests that it could more accurately be termed “the Clark-Murray debate” (105) since the esteemed John Murray was one of the main protagonists involved in the dispute.

Despite the toll the episode took on their relationship, it is gratifying to read that Van Til always held Clark in high regard (101).  All who still carry a torch for Clark would be well advised to read this part of the biography.

After this the author moves on to deal with Karl Barth.  He notes that Louis Berkhof praised The New Modernism, Van Til’s warning to evangelicals against the deceptive terminology of the Basel theologian.  For instance Muether writes, “For Barth,…the resurrection happened in a time of pure presence; it was not an event in the past (Historie) but a present manifestation of Christ’s supreme sovereignty (Geschichte).” (123).    Evangelicals have been and continue to be drawn to Barth’s dynamic theology through reading him as an evangelical absentee rather than as a neo-orthodox thinker (Cf. esp. 128).  In doing so they lightly throw off Van Til’s thorough acquaintance with the early and latter Barth and trot out well-worn but too often unsubstantiated criticisms of Van Til’s engagements with Barth, even attacking Van Til’s scholarship so as to protect Barth from his censure.  It is doubtful whether a search of the bookshelves of these evangelical defenders of Karl Barth would uncover carefully marked up and annotated editions of the Church Dogmatics in the German! (134).  Van Til was both a brilliant theologian and philosopher (although Muether is right to say that he should not be viewed as a Christian philosopher - 154), and those who take aim at his assessment of Barth should perhaps pause for a little more self-assessment before giving their opinions.

But Van Til has always attracted criticism.  And certainly some of it is justified.  He tended to generalize, his choice of words was annoyingly confusing, and he was sometimes given to overstatement.  These traits, when coupled with his unflinching orthodoxy and his presuppositional apologetic approach will guarantee a continuous line-up of left-leaning evangelicals, evidentialists and fence-sitting philosophers to take pot shots at his work.

The sixth chapter retells his spats with the progressive wing at Calvin Seminary, including his former teacher W.H. Jellema, whose pursuance of common ground between Christian and non-Christian systems of thought was thought by Van Til to compromise the antithesis between “covenant keepers and covenant breakers.”  The historical attention given to the eventual disagreements between himself and Herman Dooyeweerd (175-177) is well done; likewise with Francis Schaeffer (197-199), and his isolation from the next generation of evangelicals (Henry, Carnell, and even Edmund Clowney - see 222) is documented.  It is also nice to read a clearly articulated denial that Van Til was a closet Theonomist, for all his influence on certain aspects of their work (216-219).

Criticisms

Having then surveyed parts of the book, is there anything else to do but to join those reviewers who have already given it a ringing endorsement?  I think there is.  For despite its success in providing a more detailed canvass against which to view Van Til’s life, and despite its clarifications of important disputes (especially with Gordon Clark and the Calvin Forum), I came away feeling disappointed with the book as a biography of Cornelius Van Til the thinker.

I will not belabor the point, but there were several things about the biography that were disappointing.  Firstly, Van Til’s thought is the reason for his importance, as well as for the controversy which surrounds him.  But his thought is nowhere clearly spelled out and explained (perhaps the closest the author comes is on pages 114-116, but this is far too little to go on).  It is everywhere taken for granted.  Some brief initiation into the world of Van Til’s profound insights would have made more sense of his criticisms of Clark and Buswell and Jellema and Carnell, to say nothing of Barth.  The criticisms Van Til himself received from men like Ronald Nash and Carl Henry cannot be assessed because the newcomer to Van Til is given nothing to weigh them against.  Van Til’s differences with Dooyeweerd are not explored (other than a quick note on page 176 to the effect that the Amsterdam polymath rejected inerrancy and an historical Adam), even though these would have thrown light on the contrasts between him and Francis Schaeffer and his followers, like Os Guinness, or Nancey Pearcey.  Just what is “Van Til’s transcendental approach”? (199. My emphasis).  We are not told.  And why is his response to Dooyeweerd in Jerusalem and Athens seemingly characterized as “less effective”? (202).

Van Til’s The Defense of the Faith is mentioned (170-171), but its contents is not disclosed.  And this lack of substance is even more pronounced with Christianity and Barthianism, which Muether calls “his magnum opus” (230) .  We are told that Carl Henry thought it did not reconsider Barth in light of “Barth’s modifications of his system” (189), but we are not told whether this judgment could be sustained (I believe it can not be without abandoning a biblically founded epistemology).

Again, why does the author express doubts as to the Van Tilian grounding of Jay Adams’ Nouthetic Counseling  approach?  Or the cultural analysis of Harvie Conn, or the work of John Frame? (223).  Surely each of these men believed themselves to be powerfully influenced by Van Til?  And what is “Van Til’s novelty”? (234).

Muether seems to have a penchant for anulling affirmative passages.  Several times a positive evaluation of his subject is inverted with a negative opinion of a critic, named or unnamed.  In fact, as the book came to its close the anticipation of a clearly drawn overall assessment was predictably frustrated.  Muether skillfully shows us Van Til the Churchman, and Van Til the gentleman.  What we hardly see is Van Til the thinker.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Breaking Dawn (Twilight Saga Book) - Review

Author : Stephanie Myers

Website : www.stepheniemeyer.com

Plot : To be irrevocably in love with a vampire is both fantasy and nightmare woven into a dangerously heightened reality for Bella Swan. Pulled in one direction by her intense passion for Edward Cullen, and in another by her profound connection to werewolf Jacob Black, she has endured a tumultuous year of temptation, loss and strife to reach the ultimate turning point. Her imminent choice to either join the dark but seductive world of immortals or pursue a fully human life has become the thread from which the fate of two tribes hangs. Now that Bella has made her decision, a startling chain of unprecedented events is about to unfold with potentially devastating and unfathomable consequences.

Review : I dont want to say too much about what happens, so I dont kill it for anyone who wants to read it so I will try my best not to say too much.

After enjoying the previous three books, I had to purchase and read this one as I was drawn in to the whole story. This has to be the best out of the 4 books, it has a lot more detail and story and also continues to keep the same feel throughout.

At the start of the book something major happens, which causes a massive chain reaction through out the book. This was a big shock as you didnt expect it to happen, and this is a reason that you are so drawn into the book as you want to know what will happen next.

I have to admit, when I got to the end I was very disappointed as i know there isnt going to be a 5th book…well at least not in the near future.

Overall I really enjoyed this, as it developed a lot of the characters story lines, it had more action, more story, more drama. If you have read the previous books, I would recomend you continue and read this as you wont be dissapointed and you wont want to put the book down.

I really hope more sequels follow, as its very well written and you instantly connect with each character and the story is great!

My Rating : 8 out of 10

"The Secret" by Beverly Lewis: this is what a "Christian novel" should be

Here’s my review: I loved this book.

I had read the blurb, so I knew a little of what would develop in Beverly Lewis’s latest Amish novel, The Secret, due out in April. But having this foreknowledge or not, I’d have kept reading. The action in the book was pretty low key, but that’s what you’d expect, since the plot features an Amish family in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. Yet the story was sweet without being saccharine, a tale of a culture — personified by Grace Byler, the main character — that values community, good food, hearty work, and decent living.

I couldn’t put it down. Despite the rather strict rules in this community, you recognize the complexity of the relationships and the depths of the people’s feelings. And yes, you also see the difficulty these rules put the folk in, when their teaching against being preoccupied with “self” collides with a genuine crisis where they need, most of all, to be comforted.

You become truly interested in the members of the Byler family, wondering how they will cope with the crisis that strikes them, centred on their mother’s secret, and how they’ll choose their futures. The Amish way of life is presented not so much as “old fashioned” as it is simpler, more willing to share others’ joys and burdens than the one we readers come from. Reading about this community, you never feel condescending toward it. There might even be a little envy.

The book follows two plotlines: the main one, with Grace and her Amish family, and another featuring Heather, a young woman from the “outside” world, who faces a troubling medical diagnosis. At first these plots seem completely unrelated (apart from interesting parental parallels). But the stories finally begin to intersect near the end of the book, and you realize that they are going to intertwine more and more deeply.

But not in this book, not yet. Because I discovered, at the end, that this is only the first in a new series for Lewis: the “Seasons of Grace.” It’s a measure of her accomplishment that when I realized that the story will continue into other books, my first thought was, “Oh no, we have to wait to find out what happens now??”

I already can’t wait for the next book in this series. And having discovered Beverly Lewis and her novels, I want to read more. Although Lewis is a Christian novelist, the Christianity, in The Secret at least, was not preachy or in your face. The story of the people themselves was first and foremost, and never used as an excuse to sermonize or condemn.

Meanwhile, I have “a secret” of my own: my Mennonite ancestors moved up to Canada a century or so ago — from Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. The way this lovely region and its people were presented in the story made me feel the way Heather feels: that some day I must spend some time there, even if it’s just to walk and breathe.