"The greatest thing about miracles is that they happen."
Friday, June 30, 2006
Sunday, June 25, 2006
The story is centered around two teenage girls, Rose and Blanche Brier, and their widowed mother who recently moved to New York city. One stormy winter evening a strange visitor comes to their door. They make friends with this mysterious young man who calls himself Bear, and over the course of the winter they have many visits consisting largely of long talks. They are all well-read and particularly enjoy G. K. Chesterton who often comes into conversation.
Bear does not say much about himself except that he was in Juvenile detention for drug possession and that he is into the same kind of books as the girls such as Chesterton and Shakespeare. Then in the spring Bear's visits become less frequent and finally cease. Rose, aided by Blanche, after hearing more and more stories about Bear's past, is determined to find out about him, and to prove that Bear was not involved in drugs. However these things are not always safe, as the girls are soon to learn, in fact in the adventure that ensues the girls' lives, as well as those of Bear and his brother, are at stake.
There, that's the best I can do, not very good, but you can learn more about it here (the author's website) and here ( a review by Bethlehem Books, the publisher.) Also I hope that we will get at least one alternate review on here. There is also an audio drama which you can listen to samples of and purchase here.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
My first introduction to Chesterton when one of my friends and I took turns reading aloud a Father Brown story to each other. Since then I’ve read all the Chesterton fiction I could get a hold of, and a couple of his non-fiction works too.
There are far too many good Chesterton quotes for me to pick my favourite, but here are a couple good ones:
“Journalism consists largely in saying “Lord James is dead” to people who never knew Lord James was alive.”
"A dead thing can go with the stream, but only a living thing can go against it."
There are also the quotes that I suggested on the theme quote post.
I love this quote from The Ballad of the White Horse, in fact it was the first Chesterton I read ( Thanks to The Shadow of the Bear), other than The Scandal of Father Brown which doesn't really count
a. Because I didn't read it.
b. Because I didn't know it was Chesterton at that point.
Anyways here's the quote:
"The men of the east may spell the stars
And times and triumphs mark
But the men signed with the cross of Christ
Go gaily in the dark."
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
What's your favorite Chesterton quote???????? Would it go well as a theme quote???????? Please comment.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
It describes the voice of the leader of the supreme anarchist council, an organization into which a police detective has intruded, having been elected to it by a very strange circumstance. Each of the members is known by the name of one of the days of the week. So Gabriel Syme is now in the awkward position of being on the supreme Anarchist council without any friends and unable, due to an oath of honor, to inform any policeman of his predicament. But perhaps he is not as alone as he thought.....
He begins to make friends and together they decide to attempt to stop the orginization of anarchists who are on their way to ruling the world.
We are in the midst of this unusual novel right now, and it really keeps you on the edge of your seat.
I really like it so far and I highly recommend it.
Monday, June 19, 2006
I guess you could say I got into Chesterton through the Father Brown audio book that my mom was listening to and I fell in love with but since I had no idea who the author was at that time let alone that he was one of the greatest writers in history perhaps it is more accurate to date my introduction to Chesterton from my first reading The Shadow of the Bear By Regina Doman over a year ago. Since then I have been helped on by many wonderful blogs and of course reading more and more Chesterton.
My favorite Chesterton quote..... Oh man, there are so many good quotes I could do. Gilbert Girl's (a.k.a. Adriana) is hilarious but there is also one I heard on GKC's Favourite that is awesome, I guess I'll do that one. Here it is:
[Regarding pagan Rome in the last years B.C.] ... It was something in the sense of impotence and despair with which men shook their fists vainly at the stars, as they saw all the best work of humanity sinking slowly and helplessly into a swamp. They could easily believe that even creation itself was not a creation but a perpetual fall, when they saw that the weightiest and worthiest of all human creations was falling by its own weight. They could fancy that all the stars were falling stars; and that the very pillars of their own solemn porticos were bowed under a sort of gradual Deluge. To men in that mood there was a reason for atheism that is in some sense reasonable. Mythology might fade and philosophy might stiffen; but if behind these things there was a reality, surely that reality might have sustained things as they sank. There was no God; if there had been a God, surely this was the very moment when He would have moved and saved the world.
The life of the great civilisation went on with dreary industry and even with dreary festivity. It was the end of the world, and the worst of it was that it need never end. A convenient compromise had been made between all the multitudinous myths and religions of the Empire; that each group should worship freely and merely give a sort of official flourish of thanks to the tolerant Emperor, by tossing a little incense to him under his official title of Divus. Naturally there was no difficulty about that; or rather it was a long time before the world realised that there ever had been even a trivial difficulty anywhere. The members of some eastern sect or secret society or other seemed to have made a scene somewhere; nobody could imagine why. The incident occurred once or twice again and began to arouse irritation out of proportion to its insignificance. It was not exactly what these provincials said; though of course it sounded queer enough. They seemed to be saying that God was dead and that they themselves had seen him die. This might be one of the many manias produced by the despair of the age; only they did not seem particularly despairing. They seemed quite unnaturally joyful about it, and gave the reason that the death of God had allowed them to eat him and drink his blood. According to other accounts God was not exactly dead after all; there trailed through the bewildered imagination some sort of fantastic procession of the funeral of God, at which the sun turned black, but which ended with the dead omnipotence breaking out of the tomb and rising again like the sun.
Allow me to introduce myself as a fourteen year old Chesterton aficionado.
I got interested in Chesterton by reading The Shadow of the Bear By Regina Doman, when I was...hmmm...between ten and eleven. I casually dove into a collection of Father Brown mysteries, and found, when I emerged into the real world again, I discovered (not much to my surprise) that I was addicted. I've completed Father Brown, read The Everlasting Man, and recently Charles Dickens, the Last of the Great Men, for Chestercon 2006. I've been scavenging Chesterton-Lover blogs to find quotes, like the following:
Daybreak is never-ending Glory; getting out of bed is a never-ending nuisance.Isn't that true????? This particular gem I got from Margaret. It comes in very handy.