I had just heard a retrospective on the sci-fi1 B-movie classic, The Blob, which celebrated 50 years since first appearing on the silver screen. For who didn’t grow up in 50s (that would include me) or get hooked on B horror flicks when they flourished on the small screen in the 60s (sigh, that would be me), The Blob featured an alien parasite that was a cross between an amoeba and a crude-oil slick, inept government officials and bureaucrats, puzzled scientists, and heroic teenagers. Apart from a very different set of aliens, Marsbound is very similar.
Set some fifty to one-hundred years hence, Marsbound is told from the perspective of a young woman–Carman Dula–being hauled off to Mars with her genius parents more or less against her will (so “Mars-bound” has double meaning and the closest thing subtly that Haldeman will offer up). When the story opens, Carman is about to ready herself for the first leg of the trip, the space elevator (yes, Arthur C Clark’s other major proposal after the geosynchronous satellite makes an appearance). At the start, her biggest concern is whether she will lose her virginity (or not) among poor prospect. She 19, but what do I know about teenagers in the late 21st or early 22nd century? This is, among other things, a coming of age story so (a) things follow their natural course and (b) Carman is faced with bigger issues. These bigger issues include (but not limited to) discovering that there really are Martians, that there are extraterrestrials from beyond the solar system that far more advanced than we, that we haven’t heard from these being because they would just assume that we exterminate ourselves before they have to bother with it, and yes the possibility of the end of the world. Read the rest of this entry »
Lent is a good time for mortification. So try this: google yourself and see just what really embarrassing, stupid, or perhaps criminal thing you’ve put out on display for God and everyone to see. Go ahead, I’ll wait. Back now? Now, here’s the scary bit: Google only scratches the surface.
Stephen Baker, in this highly readable little book, surveys the economic, political and social forces which have led us to both collect and reveal more about ourselves than at anytime in history, the methods by which people of fields as diverse as mathematics, anthropology, and psychology collaborate to find patterns and sense out of vast ocean of data we produce, and the perils and even the promises that all these endeavors. These people Baker dubs the Numerati. For some the term itself may conjure up some vast conspiracy (as in the Illumnati) or perhaps something more neutral but just as elitist (say glitterati, literati, or culturati). The ambiguity is likely intentional. What Baker brings across is that with every keystroke, every swipe of a credit or debit card, virtually any transaction or interaction we are providing information, but information that is so diverse and seemingly free-form that only those with with highly polished skill yet diverse skill sets can bring to any useful order. These new elites may shape our future, but Baker argues that they by no means control it. Read the rest of this entry »
For those who do not not follow such things, the three-term former senator from Missouri is a conservative Republican of the Old School. That is to say, he of the live-and-let-live variety who believes folks are at their best when left alone, that political power should be distributed and held closest to citizenry rather at the federal level, that encouraging business is generally a good thing in that it empowers individuals, that federal budget deficits are generally bad things, and each branch of three branches of government should uphold its own integrity without imposing itself on the other two. For those who follow politics only to a slight degree, one might remember John Danforth as the senator who sponsored Clarence Thomas’ appointment by George H. W. Bush to the Supreme Court—and so earning praise from the very people he would now criticize and scorn from those whom he would now enlist. After the Clarence Thomas affair, Mr. Danforth set down his recollections of the events in his book The Resurrection of Clarence Thomas. That he should have so titled the book is not entirely surprising since Senator Danforth is also an Episcopalian priest and is generally seen as a religious moderate. One might presume by “moderate” that Mr. Danforth is an orthodox Nicene Christian (as he himself declares) without being a biblicist. As one might expect then, Faith and Politics is part memoir and part sermon fused into a tame manifesto. Read the rest of this entry »
Librarians are rarely seen as being on the leading of anything. It is refreshing to find a book on a topic ZDNet describes as “Very engaging, and quite controversial and provocative,” that librarians have debated, hashed, implemented, abandoned, rehashed, and re-implemented for at least the past twenty-five years. For instance, long before the web gave so-called visionaries the idea of amalgamating all literature into a single hypertext library (see pp. 57-60), Wilfred Lancaster was advocating that his fellow librarians abandon the book and place all human knowledge into databases. That and other examples are enough to warm librarian’ hearts to know that the rest of the world is finally catching up to them. But enough gloating.
Keen’s thesis is that the phenomena some are calling Web 2.0 is one of radical participation where the differences between actor and audience, writer and reader, performer and audience, and expert and layman are either blurred or obliterated. By the way, this is a bad thing. He dubs this mentality “the myth of the noble amateur,” a mentality freed from the socializing effects of professionalization. So that there is no mistake, Keen thinks that experts and professional are good things that no advanced society can long do without. Keen likens our situation to T. H. Huxley’s evolutionary analogy of an infinite number of monkeys typing away over an infinite number years to come up with Hamlet. The upshot is that the preponderance of drivel that spews from the web makes it well nigh impossible to find anything of worth. The implication is not only is the proportion of precious metal to dross way out of line in Web 2.0 but also that there are far more efficient ways of creating cultural items then setting everyone loose to create them. The result is that the Web 2.0 is undercutting its own existence and debases the culture from which it arose. Read the rest of this entry »
I have just finished reading this book and it was most definitely a page turner. I am no theologian or a biblical scholar. However I was drawn to this book due to my own recent (on-going) explorations with Christianity. This works out well since A. J. Jacobs is about as secular as they come. His previous work, The Know it All, was about reading the entire Encyclopedia Britannica. Needless to say he finds pleasure in weird assignments along with his day job of writing at Esquire magazine. He undertakes the project after a discussion with his aunt, Orthodox Jew, about his ex-uncle Gil.
At first glance I thought this book would be a humorous look at the out-datedness of the Bible and its laws; and yes there are liberal amounts of humor sprinkled throughout this book, but I believe it is balanced with reflection and insight from the author. As he follows the laws of the Bible he reflects on why they are there and also looks for help finding out. AJ spends a lot of time researching and does his best to take this project seriously, including having spiritual advisors, who range from retired pastors to Hasidic rabbis and one eccentric “ex-uncle” living in Jerusalem and a whole multitude in between. He comes into plenty of problems trying to follow the laws literally. Being a New Yorker he is not in the most religious of places, certainly not the Bible-belt buckle we are used to. He has plenty of excursions to visit holy places and churches/temples and even a trip to the Creationist Museum, yes there is one.
AJ’s journey is inspiring and thought provoking. He borders on a truly spiritual experience at various points throughout the book but manages to restrain himself. It is worth a read to see all of the conflicts that arise with his wife and son as well as the secular world that seems to be working against him, constantly tempting him to fail at his year long mission. In the end though he is able to make it through and finishes with some very strong insights from his year spent living Biblically.
Paul Auster is better known in Europe than in his native United States, which is a shame. Travels in the Scriptorium is also my first encounter with Auster, which is also a shame. If Travels is any indication, I missed out on a great deal of superb and thought-provoking writing. As a bonus, this book, which is bound to remain with the reader long after the particulars will grow dim, weighs in at a mere 145 pages.
Imagine that you awake with no notion of who you are in a bare room that may be locked, but you don’t recall and are afraid to find out. You find a stack of photographs and a manuscript. From this and a few visitors you are to piece together your life. Now imagine that whatever else you have pieced together, you have concluded that you will forget it all sometime after falling asleep. This is the day in the life of Auster’s protagonist, known only as “Mr. Blank.” Read the rest of this entry »
Given the continuing disputes within Baptist State Convention of North Carolina, a book that attempts to provide a persuasive history of how American Evangelicalism came to its present state might indeed be timely. That state, as Balmer might put it, is one where Evangelicals are seen (and many see themselves) as part of more conservative wing of the American political spectrum and so tend to take up the [now dominate] right wing of the Republican Party. Evangelicals of a more moderate political persuasion are either placed with the Religious Right by those on the left-hand side of the political spectrum or are seen as unfaithful to their evangelical heritage. Balmer attempts to present how Evangelicalism arrived at this present state of affairs and what alternatives there are within Evangelicalism—alternatives that he sees as more faithful to that tradition and more hopeful to the body politic. What could have been the basis of a fruitful discussion of any larger picture of Evangelicalism is marred by his presentation of how it became what it is. Read the rest of this entry »
For all of its nearly four-hundred pages of dense reading (at least for a layperson such as myself) Scientists Confront Intelligent Design and Creationism is akin to four movements that don’t makeup a symphony. As one of the contributing authors noted, it takes more than semester at the undergraduate level for one to really understand the science behind evolutionary theory, let alone sort of presentations most of are exposed to after high school. As collection of essays, one might think of Scientists Confront as a series of presentations.
This is a shame because most of the articles themselves are highly engaging but taken as a whole one is left with the feeling no reader would be inclined to revise any opinion over evolution. Young earth creationists will find some biological or geological anomaly that wasn’t addressed, the intelligent design advocate will insist that aspects of life really are irreducibly complex and those few who haven’t made up their minds will find the case made by the contributors in this volume no more compelling than their opponents. Read the rest of this entry »
Horace Rumpole, the life-time junior barrister of the Old Bailey has been a long acquaintance of mine, first as a regular PBS series, Mystery!, and then only later in the books of his creator, John Mortimer. Like his creation, Mortimer is a lawyer by training and has a wonderful way with words. They both are able to make their opponents look like pompous fools and ninnies in such a way as to allow the reader enjoy their sheer imbecility. One might even forget that she has more in common with naves than they do the protagonist until it is too late. Unlike Rumpole, Mortimer was a successful lawyer–taking silk and earning the title QC (Queen’s Council, or as Rumpole prefers “Queer Customer”), and then becoming a successful writer. It is Rumpole, however, who is the more compelling character by managing to find justice for everyone but himself. Read the rest of this entry »
The Ruins is a gripping tale in the mode of Stephen King or Michael Crichton. Smith sets up a seemingly simple yet unsolvable situation for his characters and then stirs up the plot, dragging the reader into a living nightmare. The novel is about four American tourists vacationing in Cancun. While at their resort, they meet a German tourist whose brother has ventured into the jungle to join an archaeological dig. Since it is almost time for the brothers to return to Germany, the Americans volunteer to help their new friend find his brother. Along with a Greek tourist, they all follow the map that the brother left behind. When they finally arrive at the site, they find a steep hill covered in a shiny green vine with beautiful blood-red flowers.
The local Mayan villagers beg the newcomers not to climb the hill, but language differences block them from explaining why. Once the tourists set foot on the hill, the same Mayans won’t allow them to leave, again unable to explain the reason. Trapped on the hill, the six friends begin to make chilling discoveries about the hill and its mysterious vine.
This is a book that’s very hard to put down. You cannot help but feel trapped along with the tourists as you wonder what you would do in such a predicament. One thing’s for sure: you’ll never look at kudzu in quite the same way again.