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Eldest or The Last in a Long Line?

NOTE: If you’ve not read Eldest by Christopher Paolini nor seen the movies from which it borrows freely, here there be spoilers!

An orphan boy who knows little or nothing about his parentage grows up on his uncle’s farm far from the political center of the Empire. Because the boy accidentally finds something that evil Emperor wants, the Empire sends soldiers to capture the boy. He escapes, but they destroy his uncle’s farm and kill his uncle. He is befriended by a wise mentor who teaches him to use the forces of “magic” to protect himself and to defeat his enemies. He pursues the agents of the Empire and eventually is able to rescue a young woman who has been captured by the Empire, but his teacher dies at the hand of the Emperor’s soldiers. Our young hero travels through many dangers to join the forces of the rebels against the Empire, and he is able to help them win a key battle fighting an Imperial army. However, he is wounded in the battle, and he comes to realize that he must have more training if he is to finally defeat the Evil Emperor and his henchmen. He goes to a hidden land and finds there another teacher whom he calls “Master.” His training involves swordplay, meditation, and learning the many uses of magic. Before his training is complete, he must leave to go and help the rebels who are under attack by the Emperor. Near the end of part 2 of the story, the hero finds out that his father is really the Emperor’s right-hand man, an evil traitor.

Does any of this sound vaguely familiar?

How about this? A young immature hero travels with a dwarf and an elf through a mythical land. They must find a way to defeat the Evil Lord of the land who wishes to make all living creatures his slaves. Only an alliance of men, elves, and dwarves (with a few other assorted creatures thrown in for good measure) can hope to defeat the overwhelming forces of evil.

OK, one more. Dragons hatch from eggs and upon hatching choose a human partner, a dragonrider, with whom they share a telepathic connection. The dragonrider and his or her dragon work together to keep the peace and defeat the enemies of peace. They are almost inseparable and come know each other in a way that mere friends cannot understand or emulate.

I don’t mean to be too critical, and there are many things to like about Christopher Paolini’s Inheritance Trilogy, the first two books of which are Eragon and Eldest. But I must say that as I read through Eldest, in particular, I kept feeling as though I had read this story before somewhere. I like fantasy, but this trilogy is far too long and not nearly as absorbing as the stories it borrows from. As you can read in my review of Eragon, I began by being skeptical about that book, and ended up liking it very much. However, Eldest just didn’t hang onto the goodwill built up in my enjoyment of Eragon. I found myself skimming–a lot.

I did like the parts about Eragon’s cousin, Roran, and the villagers that Eragon left behind when he left to become a hero and pursue revenge against his uncle’s murderers. I also enjoyed the description of the elves’ celebration of Agaeti Blodhren which featured a sort of craft/poetry exhibition in which each person in attendance brought something he had created or written. The battle scene was well done, but hard to follow, probably because of the aforementioned skimming (my fault).

I’ve had many people come to this blog looking for a Christian perspective on Eragon. I certainly can’t claim to give The Christian Viewpoint on the books, but I do have a couple of observations. First of all, I don’t believe The Inheritance Trilogy derives from a Christian worldview. Religion is dealt with in this second book of the trilogy. The dwarves are polytheistic; they worship many gods represented by idols of stone, including a creator-god named Helzvog. Their beliefs and practices sound rather Norse in origin. Humans, according to Eragon, “lacked a single overriding doctrine, but they did share a collection of superstitions and rituals, most of which concerned warding off bad luck.” Basic pagan superstition. The elves of Alagaesia, however, the epitome of the fantasy’s civilization, do not worship anyone or anything. When Eragon asks his master what elves believe, this is the reply:

We believe the world behaves according to certain inviolable rules and that. by persistent effort, we can discover those rules and use them to predict events when circumstances repeat. . . . I cannot prove that gods do not exist. Nor can I prove that the world and everything in it was not created by an entity or entities in the distant past. But I can tell you that in the millennia we elves have studied nature, we have never witnessed an instance where the rules that govern the world have been broken. That is, we have never seen a miracle. . . . Death, sickness, poverty, tyranny and countless other miseries stalk the land. If this is the handiwork of divine beings, then they are to be rebelled against and overthrown, not given obeisance, obedience, and reverence.”

So in the world of Alagaesia, we can choose between pagan polytheistic idol worship, pagan superstition, and “enlightened” closed-system scientism. Those options are limited and short-sighted. In addition, the themes of meditating and becoming one with nature and wielding magical powers for the good of all humanity are not Christian, but rather New Age spiritualism.

If you’ve read Eldest and disagree with my opinion, you’re free to share your ideas about the book in the comments. I’m rather disappointed that with such a promising beginning in Eragon, Mr. Paolini didn’t give us a better sequel.

Easily Led

It is no surprise that conservative Christians admire these books (Chronicles of Narnia). They teach us to accept authority; to love and follow our leaders instinctively, as the children in the Narnia books love and follow Aslan. By implication, they suggest that we should and will admire and fear and obey whatever impressive-looking and powerful male authority figures we come in contact with. They also suggest that without the help of Aslan (that is, of such powerful figures, or their representatives on earth) we are bound to fail. Alone, we are weak and ignorant and helpless. Individual initiative is limited—almost everything has already been planned out for us in advance, and we cannot know anything or achieve anything without the help of God. The Passion of CS Lewis by Alison Lurie in NY Review of Books, February 9, 2006

Why do supposedly intelligent liberals confuse two easily separable issues? “Conservative Christians” (and all other Christians that I know of) do preach that “alone we are weak and ignorant and helpless.” We believe that we are dependent upon and subject to the authority of God through Jesus Christ who is the Lord of all creation. It does not follow “by implication” that these same Christians follow all male leaders instinctively or fear and obey any impressive-looking Joe who comes along with a strong voice and a nice haircut. In fact, following Christ often impels the Christian to reject or respectfully disobey authority, although we are told in Scripture to be careful to obey lawful authorities insofar as they do not contravene the law of God. I really think that’s what makes the liberals who do have some influence and power angry and scornful. Like Peter and John, “we (Christians) must obey God rather than men.” They want us to be “poor, undereducated, and easily led,” and They keep trying to find the right buttons to push so that They can do the leading.

And just who are They? Well, Allison Lurie is a Pultizer prize winning novelist and an editor of children’s books. I’ve never read any of her novels–which probably suggests that I’m bound under the authority of male novelists. Another author who has been critical of the male and female role models in Narnia is Philip Pullman, author of the His Dark Materials books, who says that the Chronicles of Narnia are “monumentally disparaging of girls and women.” I’m assuming he would prefer that children read his books which are monumentally disparaging of Christians and the Church. A couple of quotes are sufficient: ” That’s what the Church does, and every church is the same: control, destroy, obliterate every good feeling.” And “the Christian religion is a very powerful and convincing mistake, that’s all.”

So do the Narnia books disparage girls and exalt all male authority? I find it difficult to make that case. Aslan is exalted; The White Witch/Jadis is defeated. Lucy leads the children to Narnia; Edmund is the traitor in need of redemption. All four of the children become kings and queens in Narnia. Throughout the Chronicles, the girls are generally the ones with the level headed common sense needed to get the children out of whatever predicament they are in. The boys are sometimes brave and sometimes foolish, just as boys are. All of the children in the books are called to follow and obey Aslan, not just any male authority that happens to come along.

And conservative Christians are smart enough to know the difference between Christ and George W. Bush.

Picture Book Preschool Book of the Week (4)

The Toolbox by Anne and Harlow Rockwell is a basic utilitarian preschool picture book about a basic, fascinating-to-most-preschoolers subject–the tools in Father’s toolbox. The text is straightforward, telling about the toolbox itself and then its contents: hammer and nails, a saw, a drill, screws and a screwdriver, a clamp, a wrench, a plane, a ruler, and pliers. “There is sandpaper to smooth wood and plaster. There are work gloves, and there is a file to rub on rough edges of metal to make them smooth.”

Your preschooler may want to actually handle the tools themselves after reading this simply and boldly illustrated book. And that’s OK, too. With close supervision and the right tools, children can enjoy building with their hands–or just trying out the tools–as much as adults do.

A great article by Tamar Andrews on woodworking with children.
Our local Home Depot offers woodworking workshops for preschoolers and older children.
I searched a little for a source for real child-sized tools on the internet, but I didn’t find anything that looked like the sort of thing I have in mind. I know we bought some child-sized tools for one of our children somewhere many years ago, and his grandfather made him a toolbox of his own. If your child is interested in tools and building and you know where to buy tools for little hands, maybe you could leave a note for the benefit of those who are reading.

Picture Book Preschool is a preschool/kindergarten curriculum which consists of a list of picture books to read aloud for each week of the year and a character trait, a memory verse, and activities, all tied to the theme for the week. You can purchase a downloadable version (pdf file) of Picture Book Preschool by Sherry Early at Biblioguides.

Friday’s Center of the Blogosphere

Nature is an infinite sphere of which the center is everywhere and the circumference nowhere. Blaise Pascal

Pipsqueak at The Common Room tells me that AA Milne wrotea play called “Miss Elizabeth Bennet, an adaptation of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice”. And it seems that it was never actually produced. What fun to read! I think I’ll suggest it to the young lady at my church who is teaching drama classes and producing plays and writing the scripts herself. Wouldn’t a classic play by AA Milne be so much easier than writing your own adaptation of Nicholas Nickleby, the play my girls will be doing this spring?

Blest With Sons is writing a series of posts about television and stepping on lots of toes, including mine—and her own. If you want yours smushed a little, too . . .

Susan Wise Bauer has a baby blog, The Story of the (Whole) World. I heard her speak a couple of years ago, and I’ve read both The Well Trained Mind and The Well-Educated Mind plus some essays that I found on her website a long time ago. I’m quite impressed with both her intelligence and her wisdom.

Tagged Again

I’ve been tagged again, this time by Norma at Collecting My Thoughts, a great blog to visit by the way. Librarians, especially retired librarians, just have more fun.

The question/meme is: What are the first five things you want to ask Jesus when you get to heaven?

I was about to answer when I realized that I don’t have any questions. Or actually I have lots of questions, but will I understand any of the answers better in heaven than I would understand them here and now? So that’s my first question.

Assuming that one is answered in the affirmative, I would love to really understand predestination and election and free will and all that whole paradox.

Then I’d like to know: what are we all here in heaven for? How are we going to go about worshipping God and enjoying Him forever? What’s the plan?

Is there a library?

Oh, and can I understand eternity, too? That might take us circling back to question number two.

That’s five. But If I understand eternity at all, then there are no limits. So I can sit at Jesus’ feet like Mary did and ask as many questions as my glorified brain will hold.

Oh, I almost forgot. I tag the urchins again. None of them has done the “four questions” meme. I wonder if they even know we’re talking about them behind their backs.

A Canticle for Leibowitz by Walter Miller

I finished this book a few days ago, and I’ve been letting my thoughts percolate somewhere in my subconscious in hope that I would eventually have something coherent and intelligent to say. I’m not sure I’m there yet. I thought the book was . . . interesting. In some ways, the ideas were fascinating. The plot was somewhat outdated; published in 1959, the book posits a world decimated by nuclear war in which culture and literacy are preserved only by a small group of Catholic monks. And even the monks don’t understand half of what they’re preserving. The barbarians have taken over the world, and only a few isolated outposts of civilization remain. Near the end of the book, euthanasia is a major issue, and that section was startlingly relevant to contemporary culture.

Some questions brought up in this novel:

Is it possible for an entire culture to be destroyed or lost and then revived or regained?

Long ago, during the last age of reason, certain proud thinkers had claimed that valid knowledge was indestructible–that ideas were deathless and truth immortal. But that was true in only the subtlest sense, the abbot thought, and not superficially true at all. There was objective meaning in the world, to be sure: the nonmoral logos or design of the Creator; but such meanings were God’s and not Man’s, until they found an imperfect incarnation, a dark reflection, within the mind and speech and culture of a given human society, which might ascribe values to the meanings so that they became valid in a human sense within the culture. For Man was a culture-bearer as well as a soul bearer, but his cultures were not immortal and they could die with a race or an age, and then human reflections of meaning and human portrayals of truth receded, and truth and meaning resided, unseen, only in the objective logos of Nature and the ineffable Logos of God. Truth could be crucified; but soon, perhaps, a resurrection.

Is there meaning in suffering? Particularly, why do children suffer?

“I cannot understand a God who is pleased by my baby’s hurting!”
The priest winced. “No, no! It is not the pain that is pleasing to God, child. It is the soul’s endurance in faith and hope and love in spite of bodily afflictions that pleases Heaven. Pain is like negative temptation. God is not pleased by temptations that afflict the flesh; He is pleased when the soul rises above the temptation and says, ‘Go Satan.’ It’s the same with pain, which is often a temptation to despair, anger, loss of faith –”
“Save your breath, Father. I’m not complaining. The baby is. But the baby doesn’t understand your sermon. She can hurt, though. She can hurt, but she can’t understand.”

Maybe this book isn’t outdated at all. Maybe the barbarians are at the gates. Maybe we are danger of destroying ourselves and our culture either with our nuclear weapons or with our gene-tampering technologies or in some other way that I can’t foresee. Perhaps we are becoming so illiterate and TV-obsessed that the treasures of Western culture and of Christianity may only be preserved in isolated communities and homes. Or maybe the sky isn’t falling. It’s worth thinking about.

Several of the characters in A Canticle for Leibowitz seem to carry deep symbolic meaning but I’m not really sure what that meaning is. There’s a Mad Poet, who is either a prophet or a fool. And Benjamin the Old Jew of the Mountain who lives out in the desert alone, waiting for the Messiah, or waiting for something, is intriguing, but I can’t exactly tell you what his character is supposed to signify either. Then at the end of the novel there’s an old “tumater woman” with two heads. Is she significant or just odd? My guess is that all these ambiguous characters are thrown in to hint at meaning, maybe to tease the reader. After all, the question that runs through the entire novel is that of whether life has any meaning at all. I think the novelist intends us to keep asking.

I did a little research and read that not only did Mr. Miller renounce his Catholicism later in life after the publication of A Canticle for Leibowitz, he also suffered from depression and finally committed suicide. It’s a sad ending, and it contradicts the hope inherent in A Canticle for Leibowitz. But the book also indicates that men are inconsistent at best.

Four Meme

I know some of you out there don’t like memes, and I can understand the feeling. However, I must admit, even if it makes me seem juvenile and unsophisticated, I like being “tagged.” I feel complimented that Phil at Brandywine Books asked me to participate in this meme. It’s sort of like being picked to be on the team.

4 Movies You Could Watch Over and Over
1. The Princess Bride
2. Henry V
3. Lord of the Rings
4. It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World
Semicolon’s 105 Best Movies of All Time

4 Places You Have Lived: I’m a Texas girl. I’ve never really lived anywhere else, aside from one summer spent in Oklahoma City, and I doubt that really counts. I once told Engineer Husband that I’d live anywhere in Texas he wanted to live–except Houston. We both laughed and agreed, “Why would anyone want to go to Houston?” So that’s where I’ve been living for the last twenty years. Lesson: Be careful what you laugh about.
1. San Angelo,TX
2. Abilene, TX
3. Austin, TX
4. Houston, TX

4 TV Shows You Love To Watch
1. LOST
2. Monk (on DVD)
That’s it. The urchins watch PBS.

4 Places You Have Been On Vacation
1. Houston. Our first family vacation when I was a young teenager was to come to Houston and go to Astroworld.
2. Colorado. Our second family vacation was a trip to Colorado to see Pike’s Peak and Royal Gorge. Are they both still there?
3. Monterrey, Mexico.
4. Shakespeare at Winedale

4 Websites You Visit Daily
1. Mental Multivitamin
2. Brandywine Books
3. LibraryThing
4. Bloglines

4 Of Your Favorite Foods: I could pretend to be healthy and wise, or I could be honest.
1. Sugar
2. Chocolate
3. Lime coke
4. Thin mint Girl Scout cookies

4 Places You Would Rather Be Right Now
1. London
2. Paris
3. Rome
4. Madrid

4 Bloggers You are Tagging: I usually tag my urchins to see if they’re reading my blog (probably not) and to see what’s going on in their heads. Sometimes one, of the four who have a blog, responds.
1. Eldest Daughter
2. Dancer Daughter
3. Organizer Daughter
4. Computer Guru Son

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born January 19th

Patricia Highsmith, b. 1921. We used to rent DVDs from Clean Films, movies that had been edited to remove profanity and nudity. One of the films we rented has become something of a family joke, The Talented Mr. Ripley, based on the novel by Patricia Highsmith. I think something was definitely lost in the editing; it was a very confusing movie experience for us, and by the time we realized what the movie was all about and that we really didn’t want to watch it at all, it was too late. I still can’t watch a movie with Matt Damon and feel comfortable with whatever character he’s playing; I’m always afraid he might turn into Mr. Ripley before the end of the movie. Anyway I bought a copy of Strangers on a Train also by Patricia Highsmith, and I plan to read it soon. I hope it doesn’t have any disturbing or disturbed Damon/Ripley characters in it–although I could probably handle it better in a book than in a movie.

Edgar Allan Poe

Maybe January 19th is the day for weirdness; it’s also the birthday of Edgar Allan Poe. I posted last year on Poe’s birthday about tintinabulation and in 2004 about my favorite poem, Annabel Lee.
I also wrote about the Poe forgery, Leonainie. Does anyone know without looking who the forger was?
Finally, have you heard about the Poe Toaster? He comes in the night every January 19th and leaves a half-filled bottle of cognac and three roses on Poe’s grave. Some unknown man has performed this ritual every year since 1949. Does anyone know if he’s left his tribute for this year? Or will it be tonight?