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Why Read?

I’m supposed to give a talk/presentation at my church next Tuesday to the ladies on Reading and How to Build a Home Library. I guess someone saw my house, decorated in vintage and not-so-vintage books, and decided that book-buying was the area of my expertise. I thought I’d start out with a bit about why Christians in particular should be reading books other than the Bible. This is a draft of my notes for the talk:

Perhaps the greatest gift any father can bestow upon his children, apart from the covenant blessings of parish life and a comprehension of the doctrines of grace, is a passion for reading. It is cheap, it consoles, it distracts, it excites, it gives a knowledge of the world, and it offers experience of a wide kind. Indeed, it is nothing less than a moral illumination.
—Thomas Chalmers

WHY read?

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The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust them; it was not IN them, it only came THROUGH them, and what came through them was longing. These things-the beauty, the memory of our own past- are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshippers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune which we have not heard, news from a country we have not visited.”
C. S. Lewis

1. God communicates using language.
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. John 1:1

We don’t worship books, not even The Book, the Bible. Nevertheless, God uses the metaphor of “word” to tell us us something of who He is, of who Jesus is. Language is part of the foundation of the universe, according to Genesis; God spoke and the world came into being. So we read, first the Bible, God’s word to man, and then other books, men’s words to each other through which we can receive God’s truth, too.

A book ought to be an icepick to break up the frozen sea within us.
~ Franz Kafka

The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.
~ Muriel Rukeyser

2. Stories illuminate truth.
Jesus told the crowds all these things in parables. He did not tell them anything without using a parable. Mathew 13:34

Stories, in particular, show us things that nonfiction cannot. We ought to read both fiction and nonfiction, but stories are uniquely able to penetrate our defenses, obscure precious truths to those who are not interested enough to pursue those truths, and illuminate truth to those who are. Jesus said he spoke in parables so that those whose ears were dull and whose eyes were closed and whose hearts were fat would NOT understand. (Mt. 13:13) Conversely, those who seek will find, and often the truth is hidden in a story.

3. Books can communicate truth when we either don’t have the time or the words ourselves.
And how many people have discovered God’s truth in a book written by a man?
Martin Luther read Augustine, and he came to an understanding of sin and salvation that freed him from guilt and self-condemnation.
John Newton read Thomas a Kempis and it brought him from the slave trade to the ministry.
C.S. Lewis read G.K. Chesterton and George MacDonald, and he said they “baptized his imagination.”
Chuck Colson read C.S. Lewis, and he was born again.

This excerpt from the July 26, 2008 issue of WORLD magazine illustrates how wonderful a tool the written word in the process of conversion and spiritual growth. It’s an interview with journalist Bob Beckel.

WORLD: So, how did you come to faith?
BECKEL: I was in the process of getting divorced. I was married to a professional golfer. You don’t know fear until you see a five iron in the hands of a professional golfer at two in the morning. It’s a scary thing. I had a lot of difficulties. I had retreated to a farm in rural Maryland and refused to come back to Washington to do any television appearances. I got a call one day from Fox saying, would you come and do an appearance with Cal Thomas? And for some inexplicable reason, I said yes. Five different times I tried to call and cancel. And I couldn’t cancel.
I reluctantly drove in and there was Cal. I knew him a bit, but not really well. He looks at me and says, “Is there something wrong?” Right away. Instead of saying the normal Washington thing—”Good. Fine. Great”—I said, “Actually it’s not.” And he said, “Let’s talk about it after we’ve done the show.” He spent many hours with me after that and talked about faith but never pushed faith on me. He sent me a lot of books. I was one of those people who needed to have proof. I needed to see skin and bones. The idea of whales and arks and burning bushes and opening seas—all that was just in my mind Charlton Heston.
One of the first books that Cal sent me was Evidence That Demands a Verdict. I began to read that. Cal continued to send me books. It must have cost him thousands of dollars because this farm of mine was way out and this poor postal guy kept coming out hauling these boxes of books. I read and read and read. Finally, Cal said, “Why don’t you come to church with me?” Now, I hadn’t been to church in . . . well, I hadn’t been to church. So Cal takes me to Fourth Presbyterian Church in Washington, which is full of more right-wing Republicans than any church in all of Washington. [But] the message that day was a message that worked. It was about faith and belief and that there is a certain leap that you need to take but in the end what else is there? When you compare the rest of life, what else is there really? Slowly but surely it came to me that there was something there.

4. Great books enable us to learn from many teachers.
Where there is no guidance the people fall, But in abundance of counselors there is victory. Proverbs 11:14

Live always in the best company when you read.
Sydney Smith

A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it, or explore an explosive idea without fear it will go off in your face…. It is one of the few havens remaining where a man’s mind can get both provocation and privacy.
Edward P. Morgan

When we read we receive the wisdom of people, past and present, whom we would never have the opportunity to meet. And we and our children can examine things and ideas that we would never be able to or would not want to experience personally.
Do we want to know about China or the Olympics or the Silk Road? Read.
Do we want to understand how Christians thought about the faith in ages past? Read.
Do we want to understand the hopelessness of a life lived apart from the grace of God or the arguments of the atheist who says that there is no God? Read.

Next post I’ll write a little about how to find good books.

Picture Book Preschool

Since it’s that time of year, getting ready for school and all that jazz, I thought it might be a good idea to feature a post with a little information on my book, Picture Book Preschool. Also, it seems to me that Picture Book Preschool would be a good resource for All of you parents of preschoolers, homeschoolers or not.

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.

Go here for an example of one week’s listing.

The book mainly consists of these lists, one for each week of the year. You should be able to find most of the picture books listed in Picture Book Preschool at your local library. If you can only find five out of the seven or six out of the seven for a given week, that should be enough to keep you busy. I have collected many of the picture books listed in Picture Book Preschool for my own children by browsing used bookstores. So when I read these books to Z-baby, I read some that we owned and some that I got from the library.

As far as comparisons go, I am familiar with the curriculum Five in a Row, and I like it very much. In Five in a Row you are encouraged to read one picture book, such as Lentil by Robert McCloskey, for five days in a row. (Children generally love to read favorite picture books over and over again.) For each day of the week this curriculum gives lesson plans related to the books of the week covering science, mathematics, history and geography, and language arts. Five in a Row is a fully developed curriculum with loads of activities to keep your homeschooled preschooler or kindergartner busy and happy.

Unfortunately (or fortunately) for my preschooler, I am homeschooling six older children. I don’t have time to do all the activities in Five in a Row, and I like the variety of picture books we read with Picture Book Preschool. Picture Book Preschool introduces your child to the best of children’s picture books, and it takes only a few minutes each day to read the book for that day, talk about it, and see where it leads you. Maybe you’ll pretend to run away from home with Frances or stack caps like the peddler in Caps for Sale or make up a poem of your own after reading The Important Book by Margaret Wise Brown. I suggest a few activities in Picture Book Preschool, but it’s left up to you and your child how far you want to go with each book and with the theme for each week.

Advanced Reading Survey: Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray

I’ve decided that on Mondays I’m going to revisit the books I read for a course in college called Advanced Reading Survey, taught by the eminent scholar and lovable professor, Dr. Huff. I’m not going to re-read all the books and poems I read for that course, probably more than fifty, but I am going to post to Semicolon the entries in the reading journal that I was required to keep for that class because I think that my entries on these works of literature may be of interest to readers here and because I’m afraid that I may lose my notebook.

Author: Prior to Vanity Fair, Thackeray had written various short pieces under such imaginative pseudonyms as Michael Angelo Titmarsh, Charles Yellowplush, and George Fitz-Boodle. Vanity Fair was written for publication in monthly installments over a period of a year and a half, and it is said that as each publication deadline neared, the printer’s boy sometimes had to wait in the passage to carry off the pages as they were finished. At any rate, Vanity Fair became quite successful and gave Thackeray the means and popularity to go on writing other novels.

Characters:
Amelia Sedley Osbourne: a young gentlewoman
Becky Sharp: a cunning and beautiful orphan girl
Joseph Sedley: Amelia’s brother
Rawdon Crawley: an aristocrat and rake who marries Becky
George Osbourne: Amelia’s first husband
Miss Crawley: Rawdon’s wealthy aunt
Lord Steyne: A close friend of Becky’s
William Dobbin: Amelia’s protector and second husband

Quotations:
The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. Frown at it, and it will in turn look sourly upon you; laugh at it and with it, and it is a jolly kind companion. (p. 9-10)

I, for my part, have known a five-pound note to interpose and knock up a half century’s attachment between two brethren; and I can’t but admire, as I think what a fine and durable thing Love is among worldly people. (p. 93)

She did not dare to own that the man she loved was her inferior; or to feel that she had given her heart away too soon. Given once, the pure bashful maiden was too modest, too tender, too trustful, too weak, too much woman to recall it. (p. 173)

And for my part I believe that remorse is the least active of all a man’s moral senses —the very easiest to be deadened when wakened; and in some never wakened at all. We grieve at being found out and at the idea of shame or punishment; but the mere sense of wrong makes very few people unhappy in Vanity Fair. (p. 443)

It is all Vanity, to be sure, but who will not own to liking a little of it? I should like to know what well-constituted mind, merely because it is transitory, dislikes roast beef? (p. 526)

Ah! Vanitas Vanitatum! Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied? (p. 728)

Thoughts and Tidbits Thirty Years later:

According to Wikipedia, “the character of Becky Sharp is based in part on Thackeray’s maternal grandmother Harriet Becher. She abandoned her husband and children when she eloped with Captain Charles Christie. In 1806 shortly after the death of Christie and her husband she married Edward Butler, another army officer. Thackeray lived with his grandmother in Paris in the 1830s and again in the 1840s.”

I never knew until a few years ago that Gone With the Wind was inspired by Vanity Fair. It makes perfect sense that Scarlett O’Hara and Becky Sharp are essentially the same characters each in a different place and time. Vanity Fair and Gone With the Wind.

Carrie at Mommy Brain hates Becky Sharp.

What I wrote about Thackeray and Vanity Fair on Thackeray’s birthday.

You can read Vanity Fair at Project Gutenberg., but it’s rather long. I suggest a nice cuddly 700+ page book, paperback or hardcover.

Eccclesiastes 1:1-3:
The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem.
Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity.
What profit hath a man of all his labor which he taketh under the sun?

Sunday Salon: Schemes, Memes, and Memories

The Sunday Salon.comIt’s been a busy week here at the Semicolon ranch. (No, we don’t really have a ranch although we do live in Texas.) I’m trying to prepare to teach four different classes at homeschool co-op and several classes and subjects here at home. We got two of the girls signed up for dance at a new studio, and I’m still trying to get some other outside classes worked out for some of the other urchins. Elven Daughter now has a driver’s license, and I don’t. I couldn’t pass the vision test at the DPS to get my license renewed.

Life is gearing up fast and furious, and although Madame Mental Multi-Vitamin would tell you that reports of the death of summer are exaggerated, I am seemingly unable, or unwilling, to stop the momentum in that direction. We are running into fall, instead of sliding as MM-V suggests, and the whole of Major Suburbia is running along with us.

As for bookish thoughts, I copied these questions from the blog of Guatami Tripathy:

1. Who’s your all-time favorite author, and why?

That’s a very difficult question. I like different authors for different reasons and different genres. I started to say Charles Dickens was my all-time favorite, but I’m not always in a Dickensian mood. Maybe C.S. Lewis or J.R.R. Tolkien come closer to being my all-time favorites. I can almost always find something by Lewis that fits my need or mood from nonfiction to science fiction to myth to fantasy. And if those don’t fit the moment, there’s the unclassifiable Screwtape.

2. Who was your first favorite author, and why? Do you still consider him or her among your favorites?

My very first favorite? Maj Lindmann, a Swedish picture book author who wrote about the boy triplets, Snipp, Snapp, and Snurr and the girl triplets Flicka, Ricka, and Dicka. There was something absolutely fascinating to a six year old about three identical siblings having adventures in exotic Sweden.

Later, I graduated to Louisa May Alcott, Madeleine L’Engle, Lewis, and Tolkien. I still haven’t found anything better than those four.

3. Who’s the most recent addition to your list of favorite authors, and why?


Wendell Berry. Read about my love for Mr. Berry’s books here if you missed it the first time.

4. If someone asked you who your favorite authors were right now, which authors would first pop out of your mouth? Are there any you’d add on a moment of further reflection?

The four I mentioned above plus Tolstoy, Dostoyevsky, Thackeray, Stephen Lawhead, Dorothy Sayers, and Agatha Christie. I’d better stop there and refer you to this list.

Poetry Friday: W.H. Auden and Donny Osmond?

PFbuttonEldest Daughter is leaving today to go to graduate school in Nashville, and I am missing her already. So I’m posting this poem for her, because she says it’s one of her favorites. (She said choosing a favorite poem was too hard.)

As I Walked Out One Evening
by W. H. Auden

As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
‘Love has no ending.

‘I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,

‘I’ll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.

Things sort of go downhill for Auden after that, until “the crack in the tea-cup opens/ A lane to the land of the dead.” Read the rest of the poem at Poets.org.

However, it’s a rather facile reaction, but that first part of Auden’s poem reminds me of this song by Jerry Livingston and Paul Francis Webster:

You ask me how much I need you, must I explain?
I need you, oh my darling, like roses need rain
You ask how long I’ll love you, I’ll tell you true
Until the Twelfth of Never, I’ll still be loving you

Hold me close, never let me go
Hold me close, melt my heart like April snow

I’ll love you ’til the bluebells forget to bloom
I’ll love you ’til the clover has lost its perfume
I’ll love you ’til the poets run out of rhyme
Until the Twelfth of Never and that’s a long, long time

Until the Twelfth of Never and that’s a long, long time . . .

Ah, those were the days . . . Donny Osmond, and bell bottom pants, and Gogo boots.

We’re going to miss you, Miss Eldest, until the Twelfth of Never and until the salmon sing in the street.

(Listen to Donny the Heartthrob here on Youtube.)

Poetry Friday round-up is at Becky’s Book Reviews today.

Semicolon Author Celebration: Betsy Byars

Betsy Byars was born August 7, 1938 in Charlotte, North Carolina. That would make her seventy years old today. According to her website and according to Wikipedia, she now lives in Seneca, South Carolina with her husband Ed Byars. Both Ms. Byars and her husband are licensed pilots, and they live on an airstrip and over an airplane hangar. I assume they also own an airplane.

Ms. Byars has written over sixty books, the first one published in 1962. In 1971, she won the Newbery Medal for her book, The Summer of the Swans, about a fourteen year girl, Sara, and her handicapped younger brother, Charlie, and a very long summer day. She’s also won a National Book Award, and an Edgar Award, and the Regina Medal from the Catholic Library Association.

How Right You Are, Jeeves by P.G. Wodehouse

“It is impossible to be unhappy while reading the adventures of Jeeves and Wooster. And I’ve tried.”
Christopher Buckley

I was extremely, tearfully, hormonally, and existentially (maybe even adverbially) unhappy when I began reading How Right You Are, Jeeves this past weekend. I read it purely for escape from my woes. I was so unhappy that I had to read the first page approximately five times over before I gathered the facts that Bertie and his friend Reggie, better known as Kipper, Herring are just sitting down to breakfast when the phone rings. . .

And off we go. Jeeves is set to go on holiday, off to Herne Bay for the shrimping and to judge a bathing beauty contest. Bertie is invited by Aunt Dahlia down to Brinkley Court, Market Snodsbury to be there confronted with various and sundry dilemmas and romantic entanglements of the type that only a Wooster could become involved in. All the Wodehousian cast are there: a domineering young female of unusual beauty, and a rather goofy girl who goes ga-ga over romantic poetry read aloud in the garden, a former schoolmaster of unpleasing aspect, a nerve specialist disguised as a butler, visiting Americans of dubious sanity, the afore-mentioned Kipper to whose assistance Bertie is bound by the Code of the Woosters, and even Jeeves himself, who must cut short his holiday to come to the rescue of the hapless Bertie.

At the end of the book, I was left chuckling softly, with only a mild melancholy to send me to bed. That change in mood and attitude, The Wodehouse Effect, is God’s gift to the English-speaking world, as channelled through Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse. I won’t say that it never fails, nor that it cures all ills, but it’s always worth a try —and much cheaper than hospitalization.

(By the way, it looks as if I’ve already read this book under its British title: Jeeves in the Offing. No matter. The medicine works just as well whether its already been taken before or not.)

The Queen’s Man by Sharon Kay Penman

According to the author’s note and the blurb, The Queen’s Man is Ms. Penman’s first foray into the genre of the murder mystery. Her hero/detective is Justin de Quincy, the illegitimate son of a bishop and a servant girl. Justin begins the story by confronting his father with his new-found knowledge of his parentage and then riding off in high dudgeon to make his own way in the world.

Fortune smiles on Justin by way of the misfortune of another man. Justin is an eyewitness to robbery and murder, and he is hired by the queen, Eleanor of Aquitaine, to find the murderer of a goldsmith who was bringing Eleanor an important letter when he was waylaid and killed.

And so the hunt begins. Lots of medieval period details and twelfth century history work their way into the story with Justin caught between an aging but still sharp Queen Eleanor and her ambitious and unscrupulous youngest son, John.

Thoroughly enjoyable, and there are sequels also featuring Justin de Quincy, Cruel as the Grave and Dragon’s Lair.

Semicolon review of The Sunne in Splendor, historical fiction by Ms. Penman. Fifteenth century. Richard III and his older brother Edward IV.

Semicolon review of When Christ and His Saints Slept by Sharon Kay Penman. Twelfth century. King Stephen and Empress Maude.

Advanced Reading Survey: Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

I’ve decided that on Mondays I’m going to revisit the books I read for a course in college called Advanced Reading Survey, taught by the eminent scholar and lovable professor, Dr. Huff. I’m not going to re-read all the books and poems I read for that course, probably more than fifty, but I am going to post to Semicolon the entries in the reading journal that I was required to keep for that class because I think that my entries on these works of literature may be of interest to readers here and because I’m afraid that the thirty year old spiral notebook in which I wrote these entries may fall apart ere long. I may offer my more mature perspective on the books, too, if I remember enough about them to do so.

Author note: Charlotte Bronte was the third of six children of a Yorkshire clergyman. Two of her sisters died while still in school, but Charlotte, Emily, Anne, and Branwell,, the remaining children, grew up together creating and writing down stories about fantasy lands called Angria and Gondal. Both Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights grew out of these early flights of fancy and out of the Brontes’ experiences in school, as governesses, and as inhabitants of the beautiful but wild country of Yorkshire. Charlotte wrote under the pseudonym of Currer Bell to keep from public knowledge the fact that she was a woman.

Characters:
Jane Eyre: the eponymous orphan who tells her life story in the book.
Mrs. Reed: Jane’s aunt by marriage and her guardian.
Helen Burns: Jane’s friend at school.
Mr. Rochester: Jane’s employer
Adele: Jane’s pupil
Mrs. Fairfax: Mr. Rochester’s housekeeper

Quotations:
Helen:

“I can so clearly distinguish between the criminal and his crime; I can so sincerely forgive the first while I abhor the last: with this creed revenge never worries my heart, degradation never too deeply disgusts me, injustice never crushes me too low; I live in calm, looking to the end.”

Jane:

“Such is the imperfect nature of man! such spots are there on the disc of the clearest planet; and eyes like Mrs. Scatcherd’s can only see those minute defects and are blind to the full brightness of the orb.”

Conversation between Jane and Helen upon the occasion of Helen’s imminent death:

“But where are you going to, Helen? Can you see? Do you know?”
“I believe; I have faith; I am going to God.”
“Where is God? What is God?”
“My Maker and yours who will never destroy what He created. I rely implicitly on His power and confide wholly in His goodness; I count the hours till that eventful one arrives which shall restore me to Him, reveal Him to me.”
“You are sure, then, Helen, that there is such a place as heaven and that our souls can get to it when we die?”
“I am sure there is a future state; I believe God is good; I can resign my immortal part to him without any misgiving. God is my father; God is my friend; I love Him; I believe He loves me.”

All the rest of the quotations are Jane’s voice:

“It is a very strange sensation to inexperienced youth to feel itself quite alone in the world, cut adrift from every connection, uncertain whether the port to which it is bound can be reached and prevented by many impediments from returning to that it has quitted.”

“I could not help it; the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes . . . It is vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquillity; they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.”

“He could not bound all that he had in his nature—the rover, the aspirant, the poet, the priest—in the limits of a single passion.”

“When I asked him if he forgave me, he answered that he was not in the habit of cherishing the remembrance of vexation, that he had nothing to forgive, not having been offended.
And with that answer he left me. I would much rather he had knocked me down.”

“His nature was not changed by one hour of solemn prayer; it was only elevated.”

“Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigor; stringent are they; inviolate they shall be.”

Mature reflections:

I read the books for Advanced Reading Survey and chose these quotations to copy out about thirty years ago when I was twenty-one or twenty-two years old. Now from a fifty-one year old vantage point, I note several things.

Charlotte was rather fond of semicolons. She might like this blog were she still alive and writing.

I must have been thinking of some super-critical person like Mrs. Scatcherd, but I don’t remember who it was, if so.

From this distance, Helen looks rather priggish, but her statement of faith is moving and definitive anyway.

The last “laws and principles” quotation has come back to me many times in the midst of episodes of temptation. It’s so true. I need rules and laws for the times when everything inside me wants to break them, when I strain to justify my need for an exception to the rule. That’s when I need the standard to hold me accountable.

I’ve not re-read Jane Eyre in ages, but I tend to think it would hold up just fine.

Author Celebration Reminder

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Please note that the next installment in the Semicolon Author Celebration Series takes place on Thursday, August 7th, as we celebrate the birthday of Newbery-award winning author, Betsy Byars. If you have something, anything, to say about Ms. Byars, please write it up and bring your link to the party on the 7th.