Tuesday, 6 February 2018

[Book Review] Jon Krakauer, Under the Banner of Heaven (MacMillan: London 2003)

Jon Krakauer, Under the Banner of Heaven (MacMillan: London 2003)

I get a little nervous when I read a genuinely skillful writer covering the big issues of life.  A talented writer can make almost anything readable, but it takes a lot of mental integrity to make a subject interesting and not use the same talents to put forward an impressively persuasive reflection of one's biases.  George Orwell managed it, and so did Anthony DanielsAndrew Roberts probably missed the mark, and Arthur Bryant didn't even try.  This doubt is what made me read this book with a large pinch of salt.

Image from Amazon
 Krakauer is a formidably readable writer.  Under the Banner of Heaven covers three concurrent themes.  Its first theme is the history of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints from the childhood of Joseph Smith to the late presidency of Brigham Young.  Its second theme is the experience and modern fortunes of the various polygamist Mormon splinter groups, particularly the Fundamentalist Church of Latter Day Saints.  Its third (and most lurid) theme is the murder of Brenda and Erica Lafferty by their brothers-in-law/uncles Ron and Dan Lafferty.  The thesis is broadly this: the mainstream LDS Church's acceptance of the idea of ongoing Divine revelation is a fatal flaw.  It makes it possible for a church member claiming to have received a revelation to gather a following.  This has lead to the formation of splinter groups which are polygamous and sometimes wildly incesuous (occasionally paedophilic).  At the very far end, it enabled Ron Lafferty to claim that a revelation directed him and his brother to murder two people and plan the deaths of two others.

Ron and Dan Lafferty (Image from here)
The argument is plausible enough, as far as it goes, and Krakauer handles the intersecting narratives persuasively.  The problem is that the book comes to sound like an indictment of a significant whack of Christendom.  I'm reasonably sympathetic to any person who hears their church described in this way, after hearing the reactions of a good number of people to the Catholic Church after the Child Abuse Royal Commission.  One can imagine a Mormon seeing someone reading this book and wanting to tell them "no, no: please, you're getting the wrong picture of us". 




 


This book, then, is a problem.  The Lafferty murders are indisputably interesting to write about.  They also can't really be understood apart from their religious context.  But as readable as it is, one is left with the strong feeling that a great many good people are being done a disservice.

Monday, 5 February 2018

Giving things up

Hi everyone,

I'll start this post now (about 1415hrs) and cue it to go up later tonight.

I'm not sure where to start.  Well, first things first: I think I said the other day that I'd been let go from Goulburn Valley Signmakers, to my genuine relief if we're being honest.  How genuine was that relief?  I went to the blood bank the next day.  I discovered my heart rate had dropped from the 60ish beats per minute it's been at for months to a more acceptable 45bpm.  Clearly, that work was not for me on health grounds alone.



Regardless, a man must eat.  I sent off a few job applications but was bracing for an extended spell out of work broken only by the hope for a job at the cannery.  I went back to firing off job applications at random without much optimism.  And then last Wednesday I was rung at about 2000hrs and asked to come to an interview with a law firm in Melbourne on Friday last.  I dutifully booked a ticket on the train from Violet Town and headed off.

Violet Town Railway Station
(c) Stephen Tuck



I had a distinct feling that it was a waste of time and so I approached the interview with a distinct "who gives?" feeling.  It must have worked, because a few hours later I was rung and offered the job, at precisely the salary I'd suggested (which was, frankly, rather more than I think I'm actually worth).  I thanked him, asked if I could have the weekend to think it over, and agreed to call him today (Monday).

I spent most of Saturday weighing it up.  I'm sure you can guess what the factors were.  It boiled down simply to (a) not wanting to leave my parents without an extra set of hands versus (b) desperately wanting to be able to support my daughters properly and not limp week to week on on short term jobs and rag-ends of work.  Other details - not much wanting to move back to the city, not wanting to leave my SES and Red Cross units, missing the friends I've made up here - were the price of living.

In the end I decided that the situation with Mum and Dad was manageable enough and the benefits for Grace and Rachel strong enough (being able to pay their school fees, for one) to take the job.  I rang this morning and confirmed acceptance with no enthusiasm at all.  Since then I've arranged accomodation (premises in Brunswick) and looked up the SES Unit nearest to there.  And then I started looking at the fitness options that have appeared there while I've been way, and I'm finding that for the first time I almost feel excited by what lies ahead.  Well, maybe not quite excited.  I feel lonely AF right now.

I don't know if this is going to work out.  I have failed at so much in my life.  I have failed again and again and again and again.  Maybe, just this once, I won't fail.

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Tuesday, 30 January 2018

[Book Review] Ian Jones, Joshua, The Man They Called Jesus (1999).

Review: Ian Jones, Joshua, The Man They Called Jesus (Lothian Books: Melbourne, 1999).

Well played, Vinnies.  Well played.  I went to your op shop in Shepparton in November last year.  You charged me $3.00 for this book.  You got the best of the deal.

Joshua, The Man They Called Jesus is an attempt to write a secular biography of Jesus of Nazareth.  This is an interesting notion, but it requires an adept and perceptive historian.  Jones is neither.  He is an amateur historian whose 'expertise' was developed in writing about the Australian Light Horse of the Great War and about nineteenth-century criminal Ned Kelly.  These are undemanding topics beloved of Australia's amateur historians: the historical record is fairly limited, almost entirely in English, and the audience easily satisfied.  Unfortunately, this means that he is utterly out of his depth in writing about biblical history and theology.



The book starts from the assumption that the life of one "Joshua" has been distorted by 'the church' to make him the Jesus revered by Christians as the literal Son of God.  Making this his starting assumption seems to have resulted in him not consulting any theological works.  Unsurprisingly, he then can't make a lot of sense of much of the Gospels (or much of the rest of the New Testament).  He attempts to cut through the resulting intellectual maze by taking a crude "true or false" approach to the Gospels in which only one description of events can be correct (e.g. p.266).  This is of course an absurd approach which no competent historian would take to any historical event (for example, would anyone writing about Australia's Federation debates insist that Edmund Barton's recollections must be disregarded entirely if they differ from that of Alfred Deakin?).  The other technique for shoe-horning the evidence into his predetermined pattern is by building assumption on assumption.  For instance, he makes no attempt to engage with the vexed question of whether Jesus of Nazareth had brothers.  He simply assumes that they were, and then builds a chain of further assumptions that they were also His disciples (p.48).  Any problems this approach creates are explained away with the speculation that the Gospels have been mistranslated or doctored.

This unconvincing body of argument isn't helped by being clad in simple errors.  A hypothesised 'pre-Gospel' text is said to be "codenamed Q" (p.2).  Naturally, this isn't a codename, but a scholarly shorthand for the German Quelle (source).  Other errors are simply bizarre: for example, Jones' belief that astrology - foretelling the future from the stars - is a scholarly discipline and a serious support for his arguments (p.12), or the claim that Gospellers Mark and Luke were Gentiles (p.259).  Even an undergraduate would know better than to claim his argument is supported by "respected scholars" without identifying them.

It will come as no surprise that Jones has a "profound disrespect for the forces that have distorted" the life of Jesus (on the dustjacket notes).  He seems to identify these forces as "the Church" without once identifying what he means.  Which church?  Catholic?  Orthodox?  Mormon?  Probably the Catholic Church, given that he accepts the crude equation of the Virgin Mary with a type of goddess, an argument memorably made by infamous anti-Catholic bigot Alexander Hislop.  In any case, it is clear he has avoided learning anything that the churches could have explained to him.  For instance, he claims that "Christians protest that their Jesus is speaking symbolically" with regard to eating His flesh and drinking His blood (pp.159-160).  This would no doubt come as a surprise to Catholics and Lutherans and other denominations which accept the Real Presence.  He also has trouble making sense of the agony in the Garden of Gethsemane, apparently believing that the 'Jesus of faith' should have been happy to go to his death (pp.218-9), suggesting he doesn't understand the full humanity of Christ (a basic grounding in theology would have been invaluable).

The most grievous theological balls-up comes when he describes as "appalling" the idea that Jesus/Joshua "should serve as a human sacrifice to atone for the sins of mankind", stating that "no Christian with any love and respect for God ... could imagine such a thing" (p.194). This failure to understand the most fundamental point of Christianity is inexcusable, and should have served as grounds for the publisher to reject the manuscript. When you're shown even less understanding of your subject matter than a Jack Chick cartoon, you've blown all of your credibility.

Monday, 29 January 2018

Reintroducing to you...

Hello everyone,

The other day Nikki, who blogs over at From My Life to Our Life, did a reintroduction post.  It occurred to me that, since 2018 is shaping as a major reboot year for me (and because New Cîteaux was a bit quiet in 2017) that it'd be a good idea for me to do the same.

Where to start?  I'm Stephen, I'm 39 years of age, and I live in the Goulburn Valley, Australia.

I'm a long-distance dad to two adorable little girls called Grace and Rachel.  Their mother and I were married.  It didn't last (hence the past tense), but I remain on good terms with her, even if one couldn't really call us friends.  Why did the marriage fail? I guess there was enough blame to go round but I try not to think about it.  Regardless, she’s a good person and a wonderful mother on any measure.  She’s usually referred to in these pages as “The Ex”.



Grace (L) and Rachel (R)

Work?  I was a lawyer once upon a time.  I moved up here from Melbourne in 2013 after an infamous week in January in which I was terminated from my job and served with divorce papers in the span of five days.  I worked for a year as a lawyer with a Shepparton firm, and another year as a legal officer with the water authority.  I've been a factory hand, a gardener’s labourer, a rouseabout, a fruit picker and a signmaker’s labourer.  Depressingly, I've also been unemployed a big whack of the time too.  Currently I'm hoping to hear back about an interview for a job earlier this month.



Actually, unemployed probably isn't the right word.  I seem to “work” a lot - a farm hand on the family place, for one thing.  A casual cleaner and gardener for a doctor in Shepparton.  An aspiring writer (strictly non-fiction; principally legal and technical subjects).  I also fill a hell of a lot of time in with volunteering.  I'm an emergency responder with the Victoria State Emergency Service and the Controller of the Tatura SES Unit (roughly the equivalent of a fire brigade captain).  I'm a member of the Shepparton Unit of the Red Cross Emergency Service, and a somewhat fanatical blood donor (my fortnightly plasma donation is one of the best bits of any given two weeks).

Wearing my dress uniform ("blues") in December 2016
I love to run and keep fit.  This is kind of critical because I also like to eat way too much.  I've completed three full marathons but have given them up now (too hard on the knees).  I prefer the half-marathon distance because I can do so much more with it.


Running in the Axedale-to-Heathcote trail run in 2017
I'm a practising and committed Roman Catholic.  I loathe the dichotomy that people insist on claiming exists between the papacies of John Paul II and Benedict XVI on one hand and Francis on the other: each of them is a worthy expression of the same rich heritage.


If you're reading this and a blogger, why not reintroduce yourself as well?  And maybe share the link below for us all to learn to get to know each other a bit better!

Friday, 12 January 2018

Good news for a change: Sneaky Pete Holsters

The world never goes short of stories about things that don't go well.  I've just had a brush with very good corporate conduct and I thought it really deserved a mention.

Despite not having owned firearms for several years (medical issues) I remain a member of the National Rifle Association.  Last week I was flipping through the latest issue of American Rifleman when this ad for "Sneaky Pete Holsters" caught my eye for the wrong reason -

 
Sharp eyes will have spotted the concern.  One of the "covert series" holsters advertised features the Red Cross badge quite prominently.  It's not always well understood that the Red Cross image isn't a generic sign for medical help.  Essentially it is "[in] times of armed conflict ... the visible sign of the protection conferred by the Geneva Conventions on the victims and on those who come to their aid".  Use of the image is quite heavily restricted in order to maintain its protective status.  It struck me that this really couldn't be a proper use of the badge, particularly going on a firearms accoutrement.



I sent this email to the company -
Dear Sir/Madam,
I was interested to see your recent advertisement on page 7 of the December 2017 issue of American Rifleman.
I note that your "Covert Series" holsters includes an item which carries the Red Cross badge (I'm guessing this is to make it look like a first aid kit?). It seems to me this may not be a proper use of the Red Cross symbol. The International Committee of the Red Cross says that in "times of armed conflict it is the visible sign of the protection conferred by the Geneva Conventions on the victims and on those who come to their aid; in peacetime it shows that a person or object is linked to the International Red Cross and Red Crescent Movement, of which the International Committee of the Red Cross is the founding body." (https://www.icrc.org/en/guidelines-red-cross-emblem-fundraising).
I'm certainly a supporter of firearms rights, but I respectfully urge your company to consider redesigning this particular product.
Yours faithfully,
Stephen Tuck
A day or so later I received this reply -
Hi Stephen,
Thanks very much for your feedback and getting this to our intention. We will change the layout of the cross for sure. Thanks again!
Reasonable people will have a range of views about firearm ownership in general and concealed carry in particular.  The same reasonable people would probably agree, however, that the humanitarian work of groups like Red Cross is immensely valuable.  "Sneaky Pete Holsters" is evidently willing to put itself out to ensure that that work is not undermined.  This is corporate citizenship that should be applauded.

Sneaky Pete Holsters, Inc.S

Saturday, 25 November 2017

Before the storm

I'm typing this in a car park at Riverside Shopping Centre.  It's been a good weekend of training for duties as a Red Cross Emergency Services volunteer.


It was good until about two hours ago, at least, when the Bureau of Meteorology issued a storm warning for my area.  The usual following a hot day: severe storms, hailstones and possible flash flooding.  And now I'm sitting here feeling like my stomach is trying to punch its way out of my body.


Why am I so tense? Why this sense of dread?  I've been to plenty of storm call outs before. I'm not duty officer tonight.  Have I spent too long with the stress of working at the Signmakers?  Too long as Controller with a massive target on my back?  Surely none of that's enough to be giving me nerves like these.


I don't know the answer to any of this.  But I know that right now I desperately want this weather system to pass without incident.