Wednesday, January 5, 2011


This, it turned out, was a lie. Within a couple hours of writing it, I immediately put away everything but Rushdie and picked up Zizek/Milbank. Finding Zizek rather unconvincing thus far, the most inspirational thing I've read has, in fact, inspired only the wonder of disgust. We leave you with this question: Why would anyone dedicate ten pages to Meister Eckhart? The suffering, dear reader, it hurts...

In keeping with my new found decision to start reading books I haven't read yet, I'm also thinking of beginning the trek through Theology and Social Theory. (This choice being made, of course, only because I found it in a nearby library.)

Monday, January 3, 2011

In Which We Never Read Again

Most of the reading since leaving seminary has been books I've already read. Leithart, Knight, Zizioulas, Hart, and now Candler (incidentally, the first book I read when I started seminary). I'm even in the middle of Rushdie, too. (Thus meeting my "one fictional work a year" quota.) Even Rorty this summer was stuff I read as an undergrad. Other than Marion and Schmemann, I'm not sure I've read anything new. I've even been craving some re-reads of Lewis and Wright. Apparently, I will never read another book.

Oh and I forgot how splendid Theology, Rhetoric, and Manuduction is. Probably the best book I've read on reading Scripture.

Of Rabbit Trails

It is possible, you know, that fascination with Modernity and how it is the bane of the Church has the potential to warp one's view of the Gospel. One may get the sense that the Gospel is that we can be saved from being Modern, that there is hope that we may return to our earlier, purer premodern selves, societies, worlds or what have you. (Which is to replace the "premodern era" with Eden - which isn't sufficiently eschatological to mirror the true Gospel anyway.) [We write to remember this.]