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Book Review: Dear Bertrand Russell

This isn’t the volume I have. Mine has a much plainer cover than this.

People have different things they buy on impulse.  For me it’s books. I’m better than I used to be. Nowadays, the book has to be something special at a good price. So when we were in Meade Kansas in late April-early May for the Centennial of Lynda’s home church, it was the same weekend as a city-wide “Trash & Treasures”, where people put stuff out at the curb for anyone to come by and pick up. The public library decided it was a good weekend for a used book sale. We just had to go to it.

One of the books I bought (of only two) was Dear Bertrand Russell: A Selection of His Correspondence with the General Public, edited by Barry Feinberg and Ronald Kasrils. For 50¢ I had to buy it. The name was familiar to me, but all I could remember about him, as I bought the book, was that he lived a long life and was some kind of scientist. I’ve since tried to learn a little more about him, and find him to have a unique life that covers many fields of interest.

Once home, I decided to read the book right away rather than add it to the bottom of the reading pile. The premise is: a short excerpt of a letter written to Russell by someone in the general public is given, followed by Russell’s reply, in whole or in part, to the original letter writer. The letters are arranged topically rather than chronologically. The chapters are: Facsimile Letters; Religion; Peace and Politics; Youth and Old Age; Philosophy; and Anekdota. Each chapter includes an introduction, and the book includes a nice, concise listing of Russell’s works and a timeline of his life. The book has a total of 162 pages.

This was a very easy read. I did five to ten pages a day and knocked it out quickly. I mentioned this book and one of Russell’s answers in a previous post. Since he’s an atheist, I obviously don’t agree with his religious views. I’m not sure I understand his pacifist views. He was a pacifist, yet he wanted to use force—even nuclear force—to make the USSR join a one-world government he proposed. Strange man.

All that comes from a couple of short bios I read. I’m predisposed to dislike Russell because he was British nobility: the 3rd Earl Russell. I get irked at British nobility thinking they can tell all the world what to do. But that’s an ad hominem argument and I should get over that. I have much more studying to do to understand Russell better. I doubt, however, that I’ll do much of that. I have too many other areas of study/work taking up my time.

This was a good book. The letters selected mostly come from the last 10 to 15 years of Russell’s life. A greater time-period variety would have been nice. But really, that’s a minor point.

I would urge anyone interested in letters who can find this to read it. I give it 5-stars. But it is not a keeper. Too many books to keep. I’m slowly going to break up my collection of books of letters, and this is the third to go.

Book Review: The Fellowship – The Literary Lives of the Inklings

This book, which I read as an e-book on my phone, is excellent. It’s a keeper, and I’m sure, God willing, I’ll read it again some time.

It should be no secret to readers of this blog that I’m a fan of C.S. Lewis. I have a fairly good collection of his works as well as books about him. I always have one of those books on my current reading list, and almost every day read at least a few pages in it.

Part of that fascination includes the Inklings, the writers’ group that Lewis formed with Tolkien and others, of which he was probably the key member. Lewis and Tolkien got together to share their works as early as 1932, and slowly others joined them. The years of World War 2 was their heyday. They kind of disbanded around 1947 and became a semi-regular fellowship group for the next ten or so year. I reviewed a book about themThe Oxford Inklings by Colin Duriez. I’ve read that book twice, and am sure I will again.

Another book about the Inklings published the same year, 2015, was The Fellowship: The Literary Lives of the Inklings: J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, Owen Barfield, Charles Williams. Written by Philip and Carol Zaleski, I came across this book while searching for something else. I thought the e-book was a little over-priced, but decided to get it anyway, using gift card money for the purchase.

I have to say this book didn’t disappoint in any way. While all the Inklings are mentioned, it covered the four main members listed in the title. They are the four who achieved literary distinction. The others were not all authors; some were merely friends of Lewis or one of the others. I think the weighting of each of these four in the book was about equal. Certainly Lewis and Tolkien achieved greater and longer-lasting distinction, but Williams and Barfield were no slouchers in the literary world.

I knew much less about Williams and Barfield going into this book, really not a lot more than that they were Inklings and friends of Lewis and did some writing.  I leave the book with greater appreciation of their life’s works and of their influence on fellow Inklings.

The Zeleskis delve into the private and professional lives of these four: their marriages, their children, their academic standing. Williams and Barfield had less than ideal marriages. One might say dealing with that was unnecessary in a book such as this, but I feel it helped me to understand them. Perhaps a full biography would give a more even-handed approach to those personal items, but what I read was useful.

I give this book 5-stars, and will take the time to cross-post this on Amazon.  I hope to read it again sometime. I have one other Inklings book I want to get and read, then will, someday, read all my Inklings books back-to-back. What a fun month that will be.

Book Review: Reagan In His Own Hand

Love him or hate him, this is excellent reading of historical significance.

Today should be the day for my writing progress & goals report, but I may be AWOI (away without internet), so I’m writing this post early ad scheduling it for posting on May 2.

The book Reagan In His Own Hand: The Writings of Rondal Reagan That Reveal His Revolutionary Vision For America is a great book. I began reading it a number of years ago, got maybe 1/3 of the way through it, and stopped. Why? Because I found it very intense, and more politics than I wanted to read at that time. I picked it up again a couple of months ago and got back into it.

It’s still intense, but I was able to read the rest of it by choosing a manageable amount per day and read just that. The book contains typescripts of the drafts Reagan wrote mainly of his radio addresses from 1975-1980ish. He wrote these on legal pads, doing what we all do when we draft on paper. He crossed out and inserted. He reworded and moved things around. Some staffer must have edited it. Somehow, it all came together into a script that Reagan read on the radio.

The book includes some other miscellaneous writings. Some are from his early years pre-politics, some from time as governor, some drafts of campaign speeches, and I think one or two presidential papers. Always they were typed from Reagans own writings.

My only complaint about this book is that they typescript includes all of Reagan’s handwritten edits.  These would be of interest to a researcher who wants to study Reagan’s composition style. For me as a reader, they were distracting, something I either needed to wade through and read or attempt to jump over and get to what the final version was. I mostly did the latter.

Whether you love Reagan or hate him, this book is good reading. If you hate Reagan, pick up a copy, read through it, get angry, and feed your hate. At least you’ll be reading historical stuff. If you love Reagan, well, what better thing to have than something written by him rather than something about him?

5-stars. It would be 4.5 stars if that were allowed, the 1/2 star lost for putting all the editing stuff in the typescripts. But it’s not a keeper. I don’t anticipate reading it again. Out to the sale/donation shelf it goes.

Book Review: A Gift of Miracles

A series of 31 short, inspiring stories. Well worth the read.

In our evening reading time, my wife and I recently read aloud A Gift of Miracles: Magical Stories to Touch Your Family’s Heart. This is a group of stories about events in peoples’ lives where something unexpected and, shall I say, miraculous happened.

Submitted by those whose stories they are, the book is by Jamie C. Miller, Laura Lewis, and Jennifer Basye Sander. I assume they are editors of this, though they may have served as co-writers with some who submitted their stories.

The book contains 31 inspiring stories, typically three to five pages. These are very much like the stories you find in Guideposts magazine, though this is not a Guideposts book. While this is a faith-based book, all the stories are not outwardly spiritual. No matter. It’s a good book.

If you find this book, it’s well worth a read. Read one story a day for a month. Or two if you have the time. Or read it straight through. You will be inspired.

While I liked the book and give it 5-stars, it is not a keeper, as I don’t see myself ever reading it again. If this is in a series, or we find another like it, we will probably pick it up and read it.

Book Review: “The Collected Letters of Dylan Thomas”

Read in two groups of readings at least 10 (maybe 20) years apart, the speaks more of the reader than the writer. The book is excellent.

More times than I can think of, I start a book, become bogged down in it, and lay it aside. Or, another book catches my eye and I shift to the other book and set aside the first. Or, the busyness of life and cares of the world get in the way, resulting in my putting the book on the shelf and then forget that I had ever started it.

Such was the case with The Collected Letters of Dylan Thomas. Now, this is a book that checks a couple of boxes on my likes list. It’s letters. Readers of this blog know I like to read published letters. It’s about a poet, a poet I knew a little about but whose poetry isn’t my favorite. I don’t remember where I got this book, though I’m pretty sure I picked it up used, though in immaculate condition.

It was more than 20 years ago that I started this book. I remember reading in it, liking it, and then making a presentation from it to Poets Northwest, the local chapter of the Poets Roundtable of Arkansas. That presentation was well received by the group, if I remember correctly.

But I set it aside when life got in the way.

Not long ago I decided that I would, in the interest of dis-accumulation in anticipation of a future downsizing, break up my collection of published letters. Scanning my shelves, I saw this book and decided I would finish it.

Dylan Thomas is an enigma among poets. That is, he is difficult to understand. He was undisciplined in life, unfaithful to his wife,  unrestrained in his appetites, unable to budget and constantly begging money. His poetry doesn’t move me a lot, though some are good. Others who know poetry better than I do, i.e. those considered critics, consider him one of the great poets of the 20th Century.

His letters contain great information. He wrote many begging letters to various friends and patrons, asking for money. In other letters he discusses poetry. Many related to the broadcasts he made on various BBC programs, or scripts for others. It’s hard to explain everything Thomas was into.

I had left off reading about halfway through the book, in the year 1940. The letters are arranged chronologically from around 1932 to his death in November 1953. It includes letters back to his wife, Caitlinn, while he was on trips to the USA. Even though he made a large amount of money from his poetry and prose readings in the US, he was still broke due to overspending. He professed great love in letters to Caitlinn even while having affairs with multiple women in the US.

Reading these letters is sometimes painful. He was constantly dealing with money issues with those who would publish his poems and prose. He sold off his copyrights to make money, only to try to buy them back again. All this is documented in the letters.

If letters are your thing, these are well worth reading. If they are not, of course there’s no point in trying to find this—unless you are a Dylan Thomas lover, that is. Then it is well worth reading. The book printing is also excellent. The letters are well-arranged, and editor intrusions of footnotes and historical inserts are just about right.

I give this book 5-stars. However, it is not a keeper for me. I may go back and re-read some of the early letters, which I barely remember two decades after reading them. But otherwise, out to the sale/donation shelf it goes.

Book Review: Luis Palau

This little book is a good read about a good man who had a good ministry. Well worth reading.

One of the books we picked up used, somewhere along life’s way, is Luis Palau by Terry Whalin. It’s part of the Men of Faith series by Bethany House Publishers (since bought by others).

Palau was an Argentinian who grew up in difficult economic circumstances. He had limited schooling at an early age, though finally went to a European-run boarding school in Argentina. Slowly, God got ahold of his heart and he embraced Jesus as Lord.

He became interested in spreading God’s word and, in the 1940s, became aware of mass evangelism. This seemed a great idea to him. He found mentors and organizations to guide him, and his ministry took off. A few years later, he was holding crusades throughout Latin America. As bilingual, Spanish and English, he was soon called upon to hold crusades around the world. Along the way, he had emigrated to the USA, married in the States, and they had children.

The book was written while Pilau was alive and holding crusades. The author, Terry Whalin, is someone I’ve met at writing conferences. He has been active in all parts of the publishing industry: author, editor, agent, publisher. He also spent time with Wycliff Bible Translators. I’ve corresponded with Terry off and on over the years.

This is a good little book. If you get ahold of a copy, it’s well worth reading. Our book was a strange critter. We began reading it aloud. We got to page 32, and the next page was 65. At page 96, it went back to page 65. We saw, stamped on the bottom of the book, “Seconds”. We obviously bought a defective copy.  Not to worry. It was probably a 50¢ purchase. But, we aren’t going to pass a defective copy on to someone else, and into recycling we will go. We were able to find a copy of the book to borrow at Internet Archives, so we were able to finish it.

Book Review: George Mueller

A short bio, but full of information, and well-written.

In our quest to reduce clutter and dis-accumulate years of accumulation, Lynda and I pulled a few books from obscure shelves in the basement family room, and will read them next. These are all “non-keepers”, books we will discard. One of these books was George Mueller. Not too long ago we read that aloud in the evenings.

I’ve known about George Mueller and his life of faith for a long time. I’ve read about him in various books and articles. I included him in a chapter of Acts Of Faith, my book about Bible people and Christians who had special faith experiences. But I had never read a biography of him.

This was a short book, possibly geared towards teens, though actually a good read for adults. It covered Mueller’s growing up in Germany, his wild youth period, his conversion, and his growth as a baby Christian. He gave up a prospective marriage to a woman who did not appreciate his desire to be a missionary.

He made contact with a missionary society that wanted him to work among the Jewish people in England. He went there, but it didn’t work out. He became co-pastor of a church. Before long, he started a Bible distribution ministry. Not long after that, he took notice of orphans in Bristol and their plight in the workhouses. He decided to develop orphanages, which he had seen in Germany but were a new concept in England. Over the years, he developed multiple orphanages, first in the heart of Bristol, then on the outskirts.

This includes a chapter, or rather part of a chapter, about George Mueller.

The act of faith? He did all this without ever soliciting donations. Not for renting property. Not for staffing the orphanages. Not for provisioning them. Not for buying property and building multiple orphanages on it. He prayed for the needs and trusted God to supply.

The book concentrated on the orphanage years. There were times when they had nothing for breakfast, and a bread truck broke down in front of the orphanage. There were times when a 5 pound bill was due, and an envelope came in the morning mail from someone they didn’t know. Mueller had faith when he needed a shilling and was trustworthy with it. God then gave him faith for tens of thousands of pounds and trustworthiness with that.

The book was an easy read. Not terribly long, but long enough so that by the end I felt like I understood Mueller’s life fairly well. Now I’m sure that, in a short book, much was left out. I want to read a fuller biography of this.

I highly recommend this book, which I give 5-stars. But this little paperback is long out of print. If you can’t find this, grab any bio of Mueller and dig in.

This book is not a keeper. However, we might give it to our grandchildren to read. It’s quite readable at that age.

 

Book Review: Like a Mighty Wind

God moved in Timor, and Mel Tari was part of the revival there. A good read, this 1971 book.

In the quest to reduce our possessions, of which books are the ones we have most of and need to reduce, the wife and I went to the shelves in the basement family room, which is really part of an open space that includes The Dungeon, and grabbed a number of books to bring upstairs and read aloud in the evenings. We now have a stack of six or eight books to read. Except we finished two of them.

One was Like A Mighty Wind by Mel Tari, Cliff Dudley being his collaborator. We bought this used hardback some years ago. At least, I assume we bought it. I don’t remember the many book purchases we made. This could have been given to us. No matter. It’s been on that shelf for a long time. We finally got to it. Originally published in 1971, our copy is a tenth printing from August 1972. Ten printings in one year. Obviously, this book struck a nerve when first published.

Mel Tari was an Indonesian native from the island of Timor. The Foreword begins:

Four nights before the nearly successful Communist coup in Indonesia in 1965, God sovereignly began pouring out His Spirit in a small town on the little-known island of Timor. He alerted the Christians to pray, and the country was remarkably spared.

A revival broke out in Timor right afterward and Mel Tari, at the time only 18, was saved and empowered to preach the gospel. The book tells his story. How he became a preacher on Timor. How God did miracle after miracle, things like helping the evangelistic team find their way in a roadless, pathless jungle to a village they had heard of but never been there. How doors opened and closed, and God’s work progressed. How he learned as he went along. It’s a fascinating story.

Despite the above quote, the book isn’t about politics, but about Mel’s journey. He turned down a scholarship to a university in Russia, and instead came to the USA for study. Expecting to come to a Christian country. Instead, he found sin all over the country. He was quite disappointed.

The story is, as I said, fascinating. Tari sees miracle after miracle. He grew in his faith as he took the Bible at its word. He prayed much. He preached. He helped many people on his native Timor.

The book gives Tari’s journey for the first ten or so years during and after the revival on Timor. It’s a story well worth reading. As I did a little research while putting this post together, I see that controversy now swirls around Tari, who is now a US citizen. I wasn’t able to make sense of it all, but I take it he is considered something of a fraudster-preacher. Could be; I would have to do more research to know for sure.  It’s possible that the spiritual condition he experienced in his early years didn’t carry through to his later years.

I give this book 3-stars. It has some typos that distract. Tari also gets into a couple of controversial doctrinal issues, which slightly lessened my enjoyment of it. Should you read it, given Tari’s current reputation in the USA? If you come across it (and it’s available where used books are sold), yes. As I said, whatever his faults now, this book is of a time many decades ago, when the moving of God in Tari’s life was new and fresh.

But, it won’t go back on the basement shelf. Into the sale/donation pile it will go later today.

 

Book Review: Organic Disciples

Except for running a little long in places, this was an excellent book.

Our church recently did an all-church study of the book Organic Disciples. Our pastor preached on the concepts in the book, and all adult Sunday school classes (a.k.a. Life Groups) studied it.

What exactly are organic disciples, you ask? Well, in the food industry, organic means “natural”. In terms of discipleship, it would mean we should naturally grow/improve as disciples of Jesus.

The idea of organic disciples grew out or organic outreach. This is a ministry of Kevin and Sherry Harney, pastors of a large church in California. Organic outreach means natural outreach. Your life should be structured in such a way that reaching people with the gospel happens naturally. It is not forced, not a trial or burden, but a joy that comes from everyday living. The Harneys have a series of books, church resources, and small group resources designed to help with the concept of organic outreach. Organic Disciples is one of those resources.

The book focuses on six spiritual markers that the disciple can use to measure their progress on the road to being more Christ-like, which is the definition of a disciple. Such things as Bible engagement, prayer, worship, generosity, etc. are what marks a disciple. The book has chapters based on these concepts. Examples from the authors’ lives. Suggestions on how to make these items natural in your life.

The book I found to be useful and well-written. I found nothing to disagree with. The book stayed clear of politics and controversial subject. At times the discussion ran a little long.  I felt that several chapters were repetitive, or went into too much detail. But, overall, a good book. I give it 4-stars.

But as to keeping it? Alas, no. If I didn’t have a couple of thousand  other books to read, I might. But the likelihood of my ever reading it again is small. So to the donation piles it goes. Hopefully today it will go to one of the area thrift stores.

 

Book Review: A Grief Observed

I’ve had trouble enjoying a couple of C.S. Lewis essays, but this is the first of his books I didn’t like.

I have known about C.S. Lewis’ book A Grief Observed for a long time. In fact, it’s the second of his books that I bought. That was back in 1976. I had discovered Lewis the year before and read The Screwtape Letters, finding it very helpful to me in my then new Christian walk. When my grandfather died in 1976, I learned that he had written this book and bought a copy and sent it to my grandmother, even though I didn’t read it first. She and I never had a discussion about it, and I don’t know if she read it.

Somewhere along the line, I bought another copy of it, a used, large print edition. I’ve always had difficulty reading and enjoying large print books, and this one was the same. It sat on a shelf for a few years with my other Lewis books. I finally got around to reading it a couple of months ago.

A Grief Observed came from Lewis’ grief at the death of his wife, Joy (Davidman) Gresham Lewis. The story of Jack (as Lewis was called) and Joy is a long, complicated one, which I won’t go into now.  After marrying Joy at her hospital bed, expecting her to die within days or weeks, she unexpectedly recovered and they had about three years together. When the cancer eventually took her life, Lewis went into a tailspin of sorts. As a means of mourning, he wrote down his thoughts. When his publisher learned of this, he (the publisher) suggested it ought to be published. And so it was in 1961 under the pseudonym N.W. Clerk.

This is the Lewis book I least enjoyed. I understand grief and how it affects a person. It was over forty years before I wrote about the grief I felt at my mother’s death. Each person must grieve in their own way; there is no right or wrong way. But this book is just…strange. It doesn’t seem coherent, unified. It truly is a collection of Lewis’ thoughts as he grieved. He questioned God. He questioned Christianity. He questioned himself. He rambled. The book doesn’t follow a linear path from first grief to later triumph. He wondered how he could go on. Yet, of course, he did go on, for three more years until his own death.

It seems that the purpose of a book is to: entertain, convey information, instruct, work for change, or a few other noble purposes. For me, this book did none of those. Since it’s a short book (72 pages in large print), it was a short read. I think I finished it in just three or four sittings. At the end of the read, I felt unfulfilled in regard to any of those noble purposes. Of course, I’m not in a grieving process right now. Perhaps if I were, I would have found the book helpful. I can’t imagine that my grandmother was helped if she read this.

I’m afraid I give it a mere 2-stars. If you’re grieving, perhaps you will find it helpful. If you want to read everything Lewis wrote, by all means read it. But otherwise, don’t worry about bypassing it.

The book is a keeper mainly to keep my C.S. Lewis collection intact. Otherwise, it would be out to the sale/donation shelves in the garage.