A history of the New Testament

I actually had more religious education than a lot of the
people I know, and I’m pretty sure that at one time I knew why
there were wars fought over whether the Holy Ghost proceded from
the Father and the Son or from the Father
through the Son.

It isn’t a problem that usually impacts my current life, but
I was delighted when my reading of RSS feeds led me to this
article
about the making of the New Testament. It’s a pretty
long post, so here’s a brief excerpt, which should show you
whether you want to read more of it:

Among the books that Eusebius of Caesarea was considering were the Apocalypse of Peter and the Apocalypse of John. He had to have an apocalypse, the end of the world, because he’d started with the Gospel of John at “In Principio.” Nice symmetrical bookending. But he had several Apocalypses in his Disputed list and none in his Accepted list. What to do?

He had many objections to the Apocalypse of John, starting with What Was He Smoking, and moving on to Too Many Contemporary Political References and I’m Not 100% Sure John Was The Guy Who Wrote This. Eusebius preferred the Apocalypse of Peter, where Jesus takes Peter on a long tour of Heaven and Hell. And after Christ explains all the tortures of the damned, according to category (quite Dantesque), Peter says, “Hey, Josh. You and me go way back, went fishing together, been out drinking, talking philosophy ‘til dawn, and the whole time You’ve been all peace and love and forgiveness and mercy. Isn’t this a little dark for You?” And Jesus replies, “Yeah, Pete. I know. I’ve got to have a hell because it’s a logical necessity, but I never liked the place. Let me tell you a secret, just between you and me: I’m not going to actually put anyone in here. I’m going to save everyone.”

So Eusebius of Caesarea thought about this and said to himself, “If everyone gets saved why will anyone bother believing in Christ and being good and doing good works and loving their neighbor?” so he went with the Apocalypse of John with the seven seals and the great beast and 666 and all that instead.

Someone came and smashed my car

[damaged bumper]
Damage caused by hit-and-run driver about 9 PM on September 14, 2013.

I was reading email and thinking about having supper and
watching TV last night, when there was a loud knock on my door and
the doorbell also rang. (They use the
Winnie-the-Pooh method
.)

It turned out to be two policemen, who apologized for
disturbing me, but someone had hit my car, which was parked in
front of my building. They had an eye-witness report of the
hit-and-run driver, including license place number. The witness
stated that the car had attempted a u-turn, and managed to hit
parked vehicles on both sides of the street. I have a small car,
and I can make a u-turn (carefully) with a car parked on one side
of the street, but even my Honda Civic needs a 3-point turn if
there are cars on both sides.

I said it sounded to me like that person shouldn’t have been
driving, and they agreed that it sounded that way to them,
too.

I called the insurance company and made the claim this morning,
and they were very sympathetic, and said that if the police have
turned up the other driver there shouldn’t be any problem getting
the other insurance company to pay the deductible.

The visible damage is pretty much just the driver side of the
front bumper, but I don’t think I’ve ever had body work done that
takes less than a week, so I have to find a week when I don’t need
the car. The body shop I’ve used the last couple of times is
walking distance and fairly good to deal with, so it won’t be
terrible, but it’s a nuisance. I hope they do something
appropriate about the driver.

The picture I managed to get of the damage isn’t very good
(using my phone at all in the sunlight is difficult, and I was too
lazy to get out the real camera and upload pictures from it), so
I’m also giving you a picture of the sunset we had two days ago,
right after a thunderstorm blew through.


[sunset]
Sunset at Green-Rose Park, Cambridge, MA, USA on September 13, 2013.

Transition by Iain M. Banks

I never heard of Iain Banks until he announced that he was
dying, and then died a couple of months later.

From what people said of him then, it sounded like I would be
interested in his books, so I borrowed Transition
from my public library. I
finished reading it last night while trying to get back to sleep
after being awakened by a mosquito.

It’s about a number of important but unpleasant subjects, like
torture and child abuse, so a fair amount of it is quite
unpleasant to read. However it’s paced so that you want to see
how it turns out before you realize how unpleasant how much of it
is going to be, so instead of saying, “I’ll stop reading this
now,” you say, “I’ll finish this fast and then I can read
something fun.”

There is a lot of very good writing in this book, and I don’t
think the fact that I didn’t like it much will discourage me from
trying more books by this author.

The book publishing business is more than usually confused
about this book.

  • Mr. Banks published his literary fiction as Iain
    Banks and his Science Fiction as Iain M. Banks, but this book was
    published in the UK as Iain Banks, although in the US is was
    published correctly as Iain M. Banks.
  • A majority of the Iain M. Banks books take place in a universe
    where the dominant society calls itself “The Culture”. Amazon has Transition incorrectly listed as a
    “Culture” book, although it doesn’t in fact take place in that
    universe.

I’m glad the publishers are
working so hard to not confuse us.

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Reviewing Science Fiction

A lot of what I read these days is Science Fiction (or fantasy,
but it’s really hard to tell the difference sometimes). And I
sometimes feel that what I write here about the books that I’ve
really enjoyed is a fairly lame, “If you like this kind of thing,
you will like this book.”

So yesterday when I read Christopher
Beha’s essay about the New York Times Book Review
(which does not link to what it’s
responding to, but it’s presumably something like this),
I was initially heartened, because one of the points of the essay
is that that’s pretty much all you can say about genre
fiction. Specifically, he says:

It is my strong belief that what Jennifer Weiner calls “commercial fiction” and what everyone else calls “genre fiction” is by and large not very interesting to talk about, although it often enough happens to be interesting to read. Such fiction, even when very well made, is designed to conform to the expectations of its genre or subgenre, and usually the best that can be said about any given example of it is that it does or does not succeed in conforming to those expectations.

But then I started thinking about it, and decided that there
really are people who can review SF better than I can, or at least
better than I do in my hurried, “Here’s my post for the day, and
it’s an easy one because I have to run and do other stuff in the
morning,” way.

The other day I downloaded my free copy of issue 300 of The New York Review of Science
Fiction.
(You should, too, if you’re interested in such
things.) One of the articles it promised me was a review of John
Scalzi’s Redshirts,
which I had dismissed in my post
about the Hugo awards
by saying:

I am disappointed with the result of the novel voting.
Redshirts won, and that was the only one I seriously considered
voting against. (You rank your choices rather than
voting for just one, and one of the choices is “no award”, so I
call it voting against if I rank something behind “no award”.) I
didn’t end up doing that to Redshirts, but I did
think the basic premise was puerile.

I was glad to see that the full-length review by Darrell Schweitzer in TNYRSF
basically agreed with me, but with much more cogent argument. The
summary is like this:

If you think of this as the literary equivalent of a Twinkie, it is a very good Twinkie. Admittedly, if it wins the Hugo, which it might well do by the time this review is published, advocates of science fiction may have a little explaining to do. There are better and more substantial books out there, books which address the future with speculative rigor and which are about genuinely important matters. And John Scalzi has already written some of them. Here he seems to be largely screwing around, but doing it, we have to admit, entertainingly.

Schweitzer was more entertained by Redshirts that
I was, but I think we basically agree on why it wasn’t the best
choice for a Hugo award, and also on why to not actively vote
against it.

Update on Sammy’s health

[Sammy with toys]
It’s naptime for the toys, too.

I know the many people who read the story
about Sammy going on antibiotics
will want to know how it
turned out.

Speaking as someone who knows him, he’s much better. (You
can’t tell from this picture — it’s morning nap time.) His
energy level is higher, he isn’t having accidents in the house, he
doesn’t seem to be drinking as much, and while he’s still peeing
more than he used to, he can often get across the street before he
has to do it.

The vet called on Tuesday with the results of the tests he took
after finishing the antibiotics. It turns out that there is not
an increased level of antibodies to leptospirosis, so he probably
didn’t have that, so we don’t have to worry about the liver and
kidney damage that would have done.

So the likely thing is that he had some kind of infection that
the antibiotics he took for the possible leptospirosis cured.

The vet says his urine is still pretty dilute, so it’s likely
that there’s some kind of kidney malfunction that isn’t showing up
on the bloodwork. He would have liked to do an ultrasound to see
if there’s a kidney problem that that could find, but that didn’t
sound reasonable to me.

It’s likely that the kidneys aren’t working as well as they
used to, but he also has (according to the vet) a “muffled
heartbeat”, and he’s about to be 13, so it seems to me quite
likely that something else will kill him before whatever the
ultrasound turned up, even if it was something treatable.

I get lots of high-tech modern medicine for myself, but I’m
likely to live another 30 years, and I have health insurance to
pay for it.

There were protests last night

The New York Times front page covers polls of people against
military strikes on Syria, but not anything about the protests
organized by MoveOn and other
organizations.

I didn’t go to the one I was invited to in Boston, but I know
some of the people who organized the one in Fall River. Here’s
the interview
the organizers gave the Fall River Herald News.

Ms Conrad reports that there were 30-50 people and lots of
energy. More energy for chanting, “NO WAR” than for listening to
speaches or singing “Blowing in the Wind”. But there were three
TV stations and at least two newspapers. So I don’t know why the
Times doesn’t think demonstrations are more newsworthy than
polls.

If the Times is going to go on reporting polls as “news”, they
should at least explain what the pollsters are doing to correct
for the growing number of people with only cell phones that the
pollsters aren’t supposed to call. The story this morning only
said, “The nationwide poll was conducted via landlines and
cellphones from Sept. 6 to Sept. 8 with 1,011 adults.”

West Gallery Quire starts up

Yesterday afternoon I went to the year’s first meeting of the
West Gallery
Quire
.

It was my first chance in a while to play serpent with a lot of
other people. I think I’m getting better.

Of course, the low notes are always a bit better when I’ve been
playing even lower notes on the tuba all summer. There was also a
good tuba player in the Wakefield Summer Band this summer, and
playing with him got me listening to the people I play with
better. And I think the
cornetto practicing is making my lip muscles work better for some
of the parts that are more idiomatic for a cello or a viol than
for a serpent.

I spent some time thinking about how many of the pieces would
be easier to play if I had a serpent in C instead of D. The serpent maker who
was at BEMF last June had one
that worked pretty well at about the same stretch as my D serpent,
so all I’d have to do is write a (large) check. And then make up
my mind to either play the notes that would be easy on a D serpent
on the C serpent, or carry both instruments.

I’m a lot better on the hard notes now than I was even a year
or two ago, so maybe I’ll just work on playing the D serpent
better.

Two Michael Chabon novels

I read Telegraph
Avenue
by Michael Chabon last June, and liked it enough that I
immediately put The
Yiddish Policeman’s Union
, his more famous book, on hold at
the library. It came last week, and I finished it yesterday.

Both books are very densely written, with a lot of sense of
place. This is especially remarkable in The Yiddish Policeman’s
Union
, since the place is completely made-up. It’s an
alternate history book about a future where the Jews didn’t get
Palestine as a homeland, and there was an attempt to put a colony
of Jewish, mostly yiddish-speaking, refugees in Sitka,
Alaska. This book is a police procedural which takes place during
a period called “Reversion”, where sovereignty over the Federal
District will revert to the state of Alaska, and nobody knows how
many of the residents of Sitka will still have a job or a place to
live.

For both of these books, it took a while to get into them, because
the action starts in the middle, and you only really get
interested when you’ve heard some back story. I basically liked
Telegraph Avenue better, because I’m more interested in
the details of
midwifery and running record stores (which is what the main
characters in Telegraph Avenue did) than in police
procedurals.

But they’re both worth reading if you want long, intelligently
written novels.


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Gig with the Fipple Fluters

One of the people I play with keeps complaining that he’d love
to give concerts but he doesn’t think we’re good enough. I tell
him we’re never going to get good enough unless we do a lot of
performing.

Yesterday, I played with my sister’s recorder group (the Fall
River Fipple Fluters) at the Padenarum Farmers’ Market. The
weather was wonderful, the audience was appreciative, they weren’t
stuck listening to us if they preferred buying
vegetables… Exactly the kind of gig people who aren’t
necessarily good enough to play formal concerts should be doing to
get a chance of playing for an audience.

We played a Dowland set, but mostly did recorder
arrangements of folk tunes. I played mostly top lines on my G
alto — it’s playing farther up in its range than the soprano
would be, so it carried better outdoors. I tried to check that
there weren’t a lot of high G’s and A’s (in which case I sound
better on soprano, although I’m getting better at the high notes
on the alto), and missed a couple of pieces I should have switched
on, but it was really pretty good.