The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This book just about took my breath away. Haunting, disturbing, unsettling…yet so beautifully written I often found myself stopping after a particular passage or even a sentence and marveling that such a thing had come from human pen. It’s a good thing the story [...]
The Brothers Karamazov is my bathroom reading right now (whatever I have on the Stanza e-reader app on my iPhone). Some of you know that I’m having a colonoscopy this afternoon, so have been on two days of fasting and laxative bombs. Just throwing that in to let you know I’ve had a lot of [...]
Thought it was a good time for something a little lighter here…
Although my wonder years were all over the Midwest, I’ve always called New Jersey (or just “Jersey” to us natives) as my home state. It’s the place where I went through my adolesence and met my sweet wife.
In a fit of sudden nostalgia for [...]
The web has book review blogs by the score, but every so often one comes along that promises to be something special and different. Welcome The Discarded Image.
From the “About” page: “This blog is an exploration of my changing model and those images which I have discarded, for good or bad (that will be a [...]
We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already; we have the power to imagine better.
- J. K. Rowling (http://harvardmagazine.com/go/jkrowling.html – quoted in Harry Potter and Imagination: The Way Between Worlds by Travis Prinzi, p. iv.)
Exultation is the going
Of an island soul to sea,
Past the houses–
Past the headlands–into deep Eternity–
Bred as we, among the mountains,
Can the sailor understand
The divine intoxication
Of the first league out from land?
- Emily Dickinson
Doctor, you say there are no halos
around the streetlights in Paris
and what I see is an aberration
caused by old age, an affliction.
I tell you it has taken me all my life
to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels,
to soften and blur and finally banish
the edges you regret I don’t see,
to learn that the [...]
This must be why mystics and poets record /
The slender incursions of splintered light, /
Echoes, fragments, odd words and phrases /
Like flashes through darkened hallways. - Rod Jellema