I try to keep up.Really, I do.Although my specialization is in ancient religions, at heart I’m an historian of ideas and I try to keep up with the origins of the many Christian denominations.You see, with so many competing versions of the one correct way to please God it pays to hedge your bets.Thing is, there’s so many options and some seem to spring out of nowhere, like toadstools after the rain.The other day I attended a local community event.One of those kinds of affairs where local organizations set up tents and sometimes sell food.Many of the tents were for churches.As supporters of community values (mostly) this isn’t unusual, even with the declining numbers in the mainstream.Then I heard a voice.
“Do you read?” the man asked.I confess to having a bookish look, so I admitted I do.“We want you to have a free book,” he said, handing me a plastic bag (warning sign one) containing a small paperback and several fliers.Now, I was here to look around and maybe get a bite to eat, so I thanked him, tucked the bag under my arm and walked on.Only on the way home did my wife look at the contents.The church—for it had to be a church giving such things away—was one of which I’d never heard.This would’ve been disorienting if it weren’t for the fact that ever since college—where I learned quite a lot about denominations—I’ve been noticing new varieties of Christianities, cropping up somewhat frequently.Each seems to believe it has found the answers, despite the threadbare denominations that have been around for centuries.
I make fun on nobody’s search for meaning, or the truth.It is, after all, a lifelong quest.I am suspicious of those who claim to have already gotten there, however.For those traditions that declare they’ve found the answer centuries ago, the passing years with their constant changes have worn on them.Especially if they’re awaiting a divine cataclysmic ending to it all that’s been delayed for a couple of millennia now.Others are, apparently, wanting to pump some fresh air into these tired lungs.This group featured a website “the famous one [all one word].com.”I was surprised and a touch saddened to see Jesus relegated to the role of a media celebrity.But then again, I can’t keep up like I used to.
Mercenaries have long been part of human culture.With some exceptions, people really don’t like to fight to the death meaning that wars have often relied on those willing to fight for pay.As society buys more and more into capitalism—and capitalism always means you want what someone else has—we’ve had to pay armies to become a massive part of our national existence.In the United States the military budget is the most massive drain on taxpayers’ dollars, dwarfing all other areas of government spending.Even Dwight Eisenhower, himself a military man, warned the country of the military-industrial complex.It was becoming too powerful, he believed.Knowing better, we continue to spend to curb our fears—generally unfounded.
The other day I was reading about the private military industry.I didn’t even know there was such a thing.Yes, I’ve known of mercenaries since I was a kid, but I think was got to me was the word “industry.”This has apparently now become a legitimate line of work, I suspect with tax breaks and other kickbacks.What’s more, it’s recognized by governments as a legitimate business. Perhaps I spend too much time in my own headspace—I am a Bibles editor after all—but I felt like I’d just crawled out from my scriptural rock.There’s an entire industry where your job is to be a fighting force for hire?Victory to the highest bidder?The ultimate, weaponized free agents?How does that feel?Mercenaries have often suffered in reputation.Now we recognize them as just another job.I guess that’s one way to handle unemployment.
While the Good Book is considered outmoded by many, I do think it has many things right.One of its most compelling messages is that we should be peacemakers.We should love one another, seek to help, not to harm.Nobody’s going to pay a lot for that, however.War is more profitable.Meanwhile the education industry—even it can be capitalized—suffers.We don’t want to pay for cooperative ventures where the entire human race, and other species, might benefit.That we deem too expensive.After all, there’s only so much money to go around for bombs and missiles and whatnot.How are we supposed to protect that which we’ve extorted from others if we don’t have a massive military?I suppose we could hire freelancers, but then, that costs money.
It was a self-inflicted double feature.I’d been pondering movies about the weather.Tons of movies have the weather in them, sometimes even as a significant plot element.Few films, however, take the weather as their central thesis.These movies verge on horror as the weather is something much larger than we are and which is deadly.Let’s face it, a film about sunny skies and light breezes doesn’t have much of a hook.I began by watching The Perfect Storm.I’d seen it before, of course.Not much like its book, which is nonfiction, it follows the loss of the sword boat Andrea Gail in the eponymous storm of 1991.Not all members of the crew get a backstory, and since nobody knows what really happened, it was a chance for special effects to drive the story just as massive waves drive the boat.The weather, while central, is seldom commented upon.The characters are motivated by trying to make a living but there’s not enough time to give all six of them adequate stories.Add to that another boat with no backstory and the movie become disjointed and smoky.
The next feature was The Day after Tomorrow.Again, I’d seen it before, but you know how one thing leads to another.Like The Perfect Storm, The Day after Tomorrow introduces more subplots than the movie can handle, even bringing a Russian freighter up Fifth Avenue in order to have a wolf-chase scene that is simply dropped after it’s discovered that wolves can’t climb ladders.Still, the latter story has an environmental message.Aware that human activity does lead to global warming, it tries to picture what would happen if it were speeded up into a matter of weeks rather than years.Nomatter how long it takes, the weather will get you.
As I’ve contended before, the sheer scope of the weather practically makes it divine.Although we live in different climatic zones we’re all tied together under a single, volatile, powerful atmosphere.Early humans realized that their survival depended on the weather.Drought kills as readily as sudden ice ages.The key, it seems, is balance.Nature isn’t kind to species who assert too much dominance.One of the means of nature’s control is the weather.Until the development of meteorology, and even after its first tentative steps, the weather was considered a divine bailiwick.We may proclaim it entirely natural, but it still commands its share of awe and majesty.And it can easily claim a few weekend hours searching the skies for some kind of meaning.
The other day I met one of the organizers of the Easton Book Festival.Coming in October, this festival is something new.It took the efforts of a couple with vision—the owners of a small, independent bookstore—to get other people on board, but now it’s going to happen.A weekend dedicated to books.I found out about the Festival as I was looking up area bookstores that might let me do a presentation on Holy Horror.For whatever reason, my last book missed its projected autumnal publication date, and fall is when people are really thinking about horror movies.Approaching its birthday in late December, it never really had a proper launch.Priced the way it is, I don’t expect a sales boost, but I would like people to know about it.When you spend years writing a book you’d like it not to be completely obscure.
In any case, when looking up one of the Easton shops—hey, book lovers, the Lehigh Valley has lots of bookstores!—I noticed that the Festival was still seeking participants.Since it falls just before Halloween, the timing felt perfect.I signed up.Now this is one of the many new tricks for this old dog.I tell authors all the time that self-promotion is key to book sales, even when a press is fairly widely known.In fact, the store owner himself writes books and has to pay for his own tours to promote them.Book culture is worth promoting.
On a personal level, it does me good to see that there are others who appreciate books.They are a form of collective mind.A communion.When I’m feeling down, or uninspired, a trip to a bookstore—or even a library—often helps.Reading books leads to a sense of accomplishment.Every year I set a goal on Goodreads.I don’t set the goal to make me read—I’d do that anyway—but to share with others both what I’ve been reading and what I think about it.The Easton Book Festival will be a way of doing something similar, hopefully with those many others who feel the draw of books.Writing, for me, is a labor of love.I don’t know too many people personally, so meeting them through books is one of my own goals.Just the other day I met an academic who wanted to read Weathering the Psalms.Such things happen only in that wonderful land built of books.
It’s curious the way people find books.I sometimes see them advertised (the way publishers suppose people see them), but far more often I find them more serendipitously.I’m active on Goodreads, and many times a book someone else has reviewed will catch my eye.I like to read things that I notice in independent bookstores.I’m always on the hunt for a bargain.At work we have a used book rack where any volume is half-a-buck.During lunch one day I spied Victor Gischler’s Vampire a Go-Go.Now the title told me this wasn’t exactly a serious novel, but it had vampire in the title and when I write horror it often ends up on the funny side.All in all it seemed like it would be worth the tiny investment, even if I don’t have a clear idea of what go-go really means.
While not laugh-out-loud funny, this is an enjoyable romp through monster land.Kind of like Harry Potter with some adult themes thrown in.The characters—which include ghosts, witches, wizards, a werewolf (sorry lycanthrope), a golem, and a vampire—are likable and strangely believable.An unexpected twist came with the Battle Jesuits, a nice touch that shows yet again how close religion and horror can be.I won’t try to summarize the action here, but I’ll simply note that there are twists and turns aplenty and smiles and splatter along the way.It’s clear that Gischler researched the novel well, bringing interesting texture to the tale.
Like the last novel I read, also acquired in an inexpensive browsing situation, much of the story is set in Prague.My wife and I visited Prague back when it was still in Czechoslovakia, and before it had become a tourist haven.From reading these recent novels, apparently quite a lot has changed there.Of course, in those days I hadn’t tapped into my love of monsters for many years.Working on a doctorate has a way of doing that to you.Now that I’m back, I’m enjoying the variety available in the genre these days.I still have a soft spot for Stephen King novels, and Poe will always remain among my sacred texts, but I’m inclined to read these newer treatments as well.There’s nothing really to scare you in Vampire a Go-Go, but there are remarkably moving moments.And some of the monsters are quite a lot of fun.It would restore my faith in the power of the accidental find, if it ever required resurrection.
In a recent article, which will hopefully be published, I explore the origins of the horror tradition in the Bible.That should come as no surprise since the Good Book is really the beginning of the western literary canon.Yes, there are earlier works—the Epic of Gilgamesh may be considered part of that canon as well, for the canon has no official curator—but because of Scripture’s status literature in the western world takes off from there.In any case, the other day I was considering the additions to the book of Daniel in the Apocrypha.The Apocrypha is, of course, part of the Catholic biblical canon, but not the Protestant.The additions to Daniel roughly fall into three stories, or two stories and a poem.The two stories—Bel and the Dragon, and Susanna—involve Daniel as an early kind of detective.
Traditionally the inventor of the detective story is Edgar Allan Poe, and certainly in the modern literary canon that may be so.One wonders, however, if Poe might have drawn his inspiration from these apocryphal stories.Susanna goes like this: two nasty elders fall in lust with Susanna, the beautiful wife of a local prominent judge.They stalk her, learning her habits, and when they know she’ll be alone they confront her demanding sex.If she won’t, they’ll claim they caught her with another man and since the law requires two witnesses, well, she was screwed.Since she won’t comply they accuse her and she is condemned until a young Daniel in turn condemns the court for not questioning the men separately.When Daniel does so the details of their story don’t match and Susanna is vindicated.Part courtroom drama and part ratiocination, this is an early detective tale.
Bel and the Dragon involves a couple stories together, but the story of Bel is the one involving detective work.The priests of the god Bel take food into their temple every night to offer as a sacrifice.Since it’s gone in the morning, they offer this as proof that Bel is real.Daniel, however, knows Bel is just a statue and so he sprinkles a fine layer of ash on the floor around the food one night.The next day as Bel’s followers announce the food is gone and the temple was sealed for the duration, Daniel takes them back and shows the footprints in the ash—the priests have been entering from a secret access and eating the offering.There may not be a direct line from these stories to Poe, but they nevertheless reinforce the idea that the western canon begins with Holy Writ.If we explore this with our own ratiocination we’ll discover, I believe, much more.
Turn about, they say, is fair play.Turin, on the other hand, is a city in Italy.Its claim to fame is a shroud housed there that is believed by many to be Jesus’ burial cloth.Tests have been done over the years, most authoritatively a carbon-dating done by three independent laboratories, with the results suggesting a medieval origin to the cloth itself.In case your chronology is a little hazy, the medieval period comes centuries after the time Jesus lived.Now, some thirty years after the definitive study, some scientists are questioning the results.They’re being skeptical of the skeptics.Turn about.According to a story in The Catholic Register, a Freedom of Information Act request, honored only by one of the three labs (the one at Oxford University) has revealed that the bits of the shroud subjected to analysis were the worst possible parts of the cloth to test.Herein lies the rub: scientists like to poke holes in credulousness—what do you do when your science is itself the subject of skepticism?
The Shroud of Turin, like Donald Trump, is one of those utterly arcane artifacts that unites Catholics and Evangelicals.When I was growing up these two groups were the cats and dogs of the theological world.They united under the umbrella of conservative social causes during the Bush years and have been sleeping together ever since (while both convinced that the other is going straight to Hell when it’s all over).You see, the Shroud is a Catholic possession and allegedly bears wounds that support the Catholic narrative.(The Vatican has never declared it an authentic relic, however.)Evangelicals see it as proof positive that Jesus was resurrected, and so they tend to go further than the Catholics in citing it as proof.We live in odd times when believers successfully out-skeptic the skeptics.
Since the other two laboratories (the University of Arizona and the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology) haven’t released the raw data, the grounds for a conspiracy theory grow fertile.When information is kept secret, that’s a natural enough response.The conspiracy-prone mind asks why the data isn’t being made public.They do have a point.The claims of religion are often hoisted on the petard of “no evidence” and when evidence (such as the lab results) exists but isn’t shown, that suggests somebody’s hiding something.I have no vested interest in the authenticity of the shroud, but we all should have such an interest in getting at the truth.The turnabout in this case, however, was completely unexpected.