I’ve absorbed a lot of works of art in the past couple of months or so, some good, some not so good. Here's a scatter-shot sum up:
Pilgrim At Tinker Creek, Annie Dillard,
George MacDonald speaks of two kinds of books; the kind you can’t wait to get to the end of (like a mystery story) and the kind (like something by Dickens) that you wish would never end. Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim At Tinker Creek is a book of this second kind. A rich and full examination of nature (which could be described as God's back), each visit will leave you radiant (and terrified), like Moses after his "face to back" encounter with God.
Napoleon Dynamite and Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Chalk these up as prime viewings for a Sunday school lesson on God's grace as expressed in Hebrews chapter two, title it, "God Made Them a Little Lower Than Angels?"
Saint Maybe, Anne Tyler
Watership Down, Richard Adams
Hands down the best adventure/dystopian/pilgrim's-progress/folk-story/parable starring rabbits ever written!
Ikiru or To Live, is the story of a man who, after learning that he is fatally ill, begins searching for life's meaning. Call it a cross between Japanese existentialism and It's a Wonderful Life.
Divine Discontent, Sixpence None The Richer
Chariots of Fire,
Frankenstine, Mary Shelley
It by this book that I discovered my strong dislike for the typical writing style of the Romantic period.
Million Dollar Baby,