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Sunday, July 25, 2004

Hi Guys.

Yup, ‘tis me again. I have been setting up housekeeping and nagging my boss about yearly reviews/ raises but haven’t had much posting time. My supervisor is about 5 months behind in giving people their raises but I’m the only one who’ll regularly nag her about it. I’m also the only one without kids and thus am the only one who doesn’t "need" the job. I need it, believe me, but getting fired won’t kill me. In any case, the lag time is getting a bit insulting.

On the book front, I have finished Soup by Barbara Kafka, 5 for Sorrow, 10 for Joy by Rumer Godden, John Paul II’s Book of Saints by Bunson, et al., Damian the Leper by John Farrow, The Twelve Ceasers by Seutonius {sp?}, the Secret History by Procopius, and How to Be Happy, How to be Holy by some priest whose name, I think, is Sulivan or O’Sullivan but I can’t remember exactly.

Let’s clear up a couple of those. As for the Soup book, it was very good. If you are into soup, this is the book for you. It is well written and has clear instructions in the recipes. It makes you want to cook soup and convinces you that you actually could. The author also gives handy recipes for making stock in your crockpot. The crockpot solution is a good one since I know very few people with the time or inclination to spend 12 hours nursing a stockpot. I tried the Gazpacho and it was very good. I’ll be using this one more if I get a blender.

Oh, and let me save you a truckload of cash by letting you in on the snore-a-thon that is John Paul II’s Book of Saints. This gives boring a whole new meaning. I’ll summarize, "Thus-and So was pious from an early age, received the gift of a vocation, was very nice to poor people, then got shot for being nice to poor people." Imagine that dull sentence expanded into about 300 essays. This is modern hagiography at its worst. Didactic, yet smarmy. This book makes Maximillian Kolbe so sappy, yet so prissy, that you’ll find yourself rooting for the Nazis who kill him. Fr. Damian comes off as boring. It’s as if Lifetime took over the Vatican. There are no miracles, no personal courage, no personality, and no reason to give a damn about anyone featured in this waste of a book. If older hagiographers tended to the fantastic, modern ones tend to the Nanny-ish. Modern hagiography makes the saints tame and comfortable. There is no Faith in it. There’s no humanity in it. You’re better off with an old Butler’s. It may be gory and historically out there, but at least it has a soul.

::: posted by Lee Ann on 8:07 PM |


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