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Weekend Edition: 6-8

Last weekend, the BEA led to only one Bookish link. It ended and there are plenty today but only one Nonbookish link because otherwise all would deal with the NSA spying program. Take note, though, of a bitter irony — today marks the 64th anniversary of the publication of George Orwell’s 1984.

Blog Headline of the Week

Free Legal Advice of the Week

  • Don’t show up at in court wearing a full Nazi uniform for your child visitation hearing (especially when you’ve named your son “Adolf Hitler” and gave your daughter the middle name “Aryan Nation”) (via lots)

Bookish Linkage


There was of course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment. How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork.

George Orwell, 1984

Those heavenly books

I’ve noticed it for a while and it’s been commented on by many but, for some reason, it really got to me this week. Right now, three of the 14 NYTBR nonfiction paperback bestsellers deal with visiting heaven. In fact, one has been on the nonfiction bestseller list for 132 weeks. That’s right: “nonfiction.”

The skeptic/secularist/rationalist part of me has to take note that they all deal with so called near death experiences. I don’t think there’s any question the brain probably does real funky things when its blood supply is declining. Still, given that these books were all in the top nine the last three weeks, it’s clear that heaven is hot, at least in terms of book sales.

In a December cover story, Christianity Today editor Mark Galli observed that near-death experience books have come into popularity every few years since the 1970s. But he also notes these “afterlife books” are new in two ways: “they feature visits to heaven, not just tunnels of light” and they are increasingly written by orthodox Christians. Particularly with respect to the first, you have to ask why and why now.

While he and I certainly have different views, Galli suggests this is a reaction to both the secularist and materialist aspects of our society. “Combine our yearning for something more than empty materialism with first-person testimony that suggests ‘heaven is for real’ — well you’ll soon have a publishing phenomenon on your hands,” he writes. Although an argument could well be made that secularism and materialism have long, if not always, been a part of American society, he may have a point. The culture wars of the 21st century certainly have brought secularism more to the forefront, whether as a scapegoat or otherwise. And certainly lots of Americans are thinking, “I am the 99 percent” and casting a more scornful eye at the inequalities of our materialistic society.

Father James Martin, a Jesuit, has another interesting perspective. “As more people drift away from churches, traditional answers they relied on in the past have been forgotten, so they seek answers in these books,” he told USA Today. That makes some sense given that even though many call this a “Christian nation,” it can’t only be Christians who are buying the books. Perhaps this is just a much narrower focus that at bottom is little different than the interest we’ve seen in the ideas of Buddhism and other Eastern religions over the years.

Some Christians scoff at the books being called nonfiction or the concept of “Heaven Tourism.” Blogger Tim Challies, who apparently coined that term, calls the books “pure junk, fiction in the guise of biography, paganism in the guise of Christianity.” In a post on a Bible-related blog, Brent McDonald asks, “[W]hat makes a personal non verifiable experience something to be labeled non-fiction? Certainly the vision was truly something [the author] experienced personally but does that make the contents of his vision non-fiction? Would this not make Joseph Smith’s visions incorporated in the Book of Mormon equally non-fiction?” Interestingly, they and others like them base their skepticism on their own takes on Christian belief and scripture.

I am far from being a theologian or sociologist. I’ll certainly never understand why most books are even on bestseller lists. I will even admit to understanding that publishers and those who make these lists probably fear hell breaking loose (pun intended) if they label these books fiction. But I think Susan Jacoby’s review of one of the books was right. “Only in America could a book like this be classified as nonfiction.”


Heaven is in your mind

Traffic, Title track, Heaven Is in Your Mind

Reading restlessness

By the time you read this, it’s likely I will have finished the novel I’m reading. And that leaves me with a bit of trepidation.

That’s because I currently have three nonfiction books sitting around the house with bookmarks in various places. I can read one for a bit but then I get distracted from it to the point. I put it down. I can pick it up the next day or so and have no problem — until I lose focus again.

Why does this concern me about a novel? Because I bet I picked up and put down half a dozen or more in the last 7-10 days, only to get a few pages in and not feel like reading it. It isn’t that I don’t like it or intend to permanently abandon it. They just don’t seem to fit whatever reading mood I am subconsciously in. And the jumping from nonficiton book to nonfiction book omay suggest that will start happening with novels.

Of course, that’s another reason to keep lots and lots of books around the house. It allows you a wide range to consider.


There are times when a feeling of expectancy comes to me, as if something is there, beneath the surface of my understanding, waiting for me to grasp it.

Sylvias Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

May missteps and milestones

I think the fact I couldn’t get settled in with a number of books just before and after Memorial Day contributed to the abandonment of one of this month’s missteps. The other I had actually started once before and, while I made it much further this time, still couldn’t see my way to the end about one-fifth of the way through. And I also have to admit there wasn’t really a milestone this month. That I attribute to a couple novels not living up to their pre-release hype — always a risk with me.

Abandoned:

I enjoyed John Boynes’ The Absolutist and generally favorable reviews encouraged me to embark on The House of Special Purpose. It also didn’t hurt that St. Petersburg, one of my favorite cities, is the locale for part of the story. But then I hit one of those points where I was asked to suspend my belief far too much. The narrator is taken to St. Petersburg at age 16 after saving the life of a member of the Romanovs. He is taken directly to the Winter Palace and, wandering a hall or two while waiting to meet with an unknown character, he sees Rasputin counseling Tsarista Alexandra. And who was he waiting for and then met with alone? Tsar Nicholas II, of course. Sorry, far too contrived for me and the book was put down at the end of that chapter.

When I first received a copy of Karl Ove Knausgård’s My Struggle: Book One last year, all I knew was that it had done exceedingly well not only in his native Norway but elsewhere in Europe. It did seem odd, though, that an autobiography of a writer barely in his 40’s would be so popular even though it evidently was considered controversial. And when I discovered this was the first of six volumes of autobiography totaling some 3,600 pages, I did think it a tad pretentious and moved on to other things. This year, however, it seemed to be showing up on a number of book award nomination lists so I decided to give it another go. I’ll leave it for others to judge whether the effort truly is pretentious, but to call it minutely detailed is an understatement. While I love learning about other countries and peoples, Knausgård looks so closely at routine events that it begins to feel like minutiae. While I made it much further this time, I gave up less than one-third of the way in.


Good books are all too rare; flawed ones, common; and terrible ones, ubiquitous.

John Sledge, Southern Bound

Weekend Edition: 6-1

That’s right. Only one book-related links this week. Why? I attribute it to many of my usual sources being infatuated with Book Expo America this week, right after a three-day weekend. Or maybe I’m just more obtuse than normal this week.

Interesting Reading in the Interweb Tubes

  • Denouncing the Classics (“…the current criteria for classics are more a matter of sociology than of aesthetics.”)

Extreme Overreaction of the Week

Lawsuit of the Week

  • A married couple has sued a “prostitute-friendly” hotel in South Beach, Fla., because hookers there beat the wife up, believing she was “competition” for their business.

Nonbookish Linkage


There’s no depth to my shallowness.

Daniel Tosh, True Stories I Made Up