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The Ashes of Innocence, by Alexandra Tesluk

May 07, 2010 By: Rebeca Category: Book Reviews

The Ashes of Innocence
By Alexandra Tesluk
Tesluk Publications 2008
349 pages
$21.95

Reviewed by Randall Radic

Written by Alexandra Tesluk, The Ashes of Innocence relates the story of a child (Alexandra), whose father vanished at the end of World War II.  Alexandra’s mother – who makes Cinderella’s stepmother look like a saint – decides that, instead of going back to the Soviet Union, where she and her family would more than likely end up in a death camp, she will take her two daughters to Canada.  Upon arriving in Canada, they are classified as DP’s (displaced persons).  Today, they would be called ‘refugees.’  Essentially, they were nobodies without any status whatsoever.  No citizenship anywhere.

Things get worse.  Alexandra’s mother marries a violent alcoholic, who gets some kind of bizarre pleasure out of abusing and torturing his stepdaughters.  Good old mom, of course, who is the textbook definition of emotional inaccessibility, looks the other way.

One thing leads to another.  After the stepfather dies, Alexandra is abandoned by her mother.  Which means more suffering and loneliness.  Eventually Alexandra marries a violent alcoholic, who uses her as a punching bag.  Alexandra bears a child, whom she gives up for adoption for obvious reasons.  And on and on it goes.

Throughout the story, Alexandra keeps searching for the father she never knew.  This quest brings focus to her life.  In the end, Alexandra goes in a different direction.  She “gets a life.”  Just like in a fairy tale, she marries a prince, becomes successful in business, and reunites with her daughter.

She never does find her father.  However, she does hook up with relatives in Poland, which is where the book ends.

The story is told in a unique way and in Alexandra’s unique voice.  Which is to say Alexandra is not a professional author.  Which means the style is somewhat dicey at times.  Yet it is this very Ronco Chop-O-Matic style that gives the book its charm, the charm of a real story as told by a real person.  This realness allows Alexandra’s personality to seep out as she conveys her story.  Which means that when the reader finishes reading the book, he feels as if he knows her.  And this accretion of knowing – as the story progresses – allows the reader to identify with Alexandra, the protagonist.  Which means the reader finds himself rooting for her.

You can’t ask for much more than that.

On the old Read-O-Meter, which ranges from 1 star (pathetic) to 5 stars (outstanding), The Ashes of Innocence rates 5 stars for readability, and 4 stars for style.  Which means 4 and a half stars.

And that ain’t too shabby.


[1] For a fact, most of the best memoirs seem to be penned by women.  Probably because men are too worried about what other people will think of them.

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Crime and Drugs on Trip City Street, by Timothy Louis Baker

January 12, 2010 By: Rebeca Category: Book Reviews

Crime and Drugs on Trip City, by Timothy Louis BakerCrime and Drugs on Trip City Street
By Timothy Louis Baker
Strategic Book Publishing 2009
103 pages
$21.50

 Reviewed by Randall Radic

Not too long ago, Cormac McCarthy wrote The Road.  It was a great book and McCarthy is a genius.  In 2006, Vintage Books – which is a part of the Random House empire – published McCarthy’s The Sunset Limited.  The publisher described The Sunset Limited as “a novel in dramatic form.”  Translation:  it was written in dialogue as if for the theater.  Whatever one cared to call it, the technique was effective.  Especially in the hands of someone as gifted as Cormac McCarthy. 

Timothy Louis Baker did just the opposite in his new novel.  It’s called Crime and Drugs on Trip City Street.  And to all intents and purposes Baker has – in effect – taken a dramatic screenplay and turned it into a novel.  And like McCarthy, Baker is neat-handed as he weaves a story of domestic terrorists plotting to take over the government. 

The terrorists finance their conspiracy by means of a continual criminal enterprise – the manufacture, distribution and sale of illegal substances.  Drugs.  To reveal much more of the story would spoil it.  So what happens and how it all turns out won’t be mentioned.  However, the plot is tightly wrapped and rockets along to an explosive ending.

If you want something to compare it to, think Reservoir Dogs, the bloody, intricate and action-packed movie made by Tarantino some years ago.  Which means that Crime and Drugs on Trip City Street would make a hecka-good movie.  In fact, the reviewer suggests Jean Claude Van Damme, Christopher Lambert and Rutger Hauer would be perfect as the principal bad guys.  Ridley Scott or Tarantino or Rodriguez could direct, adding their personal chromatic touches to an already dark story.  The interplay between directorial coloration and thematic blackness would produce a subtle turbulence. 

Baker’s growth as a writer is evident in Crime and Drugs.  He’s gone from the charm of miscellaneous stream-of-consciousness to the sharper images of a more traditional style of writing.  And his ear for dialogue is skillfully displayed in this latest effort.  Which means it’s an easy book to read, because it resonates with action and a linguistic sartorial flair.  Which means it’s all dressed up and it has someplace to go.  

On the Read-O-Meter, which ranges from one star (pitiful) to five stars (startling), Crime and Drugs on Trip City Street comes in at 5 stars.

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The Sartorialist, by Scott Schuman

November 16, 2009 By: Rebeca Category: Book Reviews

The Sartorialist by Scott SchumanThe Sartorialist
By Scott Schuman
Penguin Books
512 pages
$25.00

Reviewed by Randall Radic

 “The clothes make the man.”  An old, old adage, which, depending upon the amount of chemical-electrical activity in your prefrontal cortex, might be true.  For beautiful clothes, or a beautiful person caparisoned in beautiful clothes, reflect achievement and affluence.  Yet withal, clothing is highly personal, thus it also reflects taste. 

Beautiful clothes have an indirect impact upon physical beauty.  Clothing serves to enhance and influence beauty.  And the bizarre thing is this:  clothing evokes feelings of beauty rather than defining or pointing to beauty.  That is, beautiful clothing arouses feelings of beauty both in the observed and the observer.  Or try putting it this way:  beautiful clothes give action to beauty, which means that for many simply being beautiful is not enough — for beauty, in and of itself  is quite static, from some perspectives.  Thus beauty, in its erotic pursuit of esteem, seeks to place itself in evidence, i.e., give itself action, for esteem is awarded only on the basis of evidence.  In this sense, then, the artful display of beauty is an achievement — an achievement which itself is a form of beauty. 

What we’re talking about then is the beautiful display of the beautiful.  Beauty within beauty — beauty surrounded by beautiful taste and beautiful fashion — all presented beautifully.

Texture, color and light.  These elements aid beauty in acquiring status.  To that end, St. Thomas Aquinas asserted that beauty abides in the realm of the transcendental; and that beauty is “good” because it affects that perfervid ambience that mankind has designated ‘the soul.’  Indeed, St. Thomas went so far as to actually define beauty:  “Beauty is the splendour of form shining on the proportioned parts of matter.”  Saint Augustine said of beauty, “unity is the form of all beauty …. If beauty delights the mind, it is because beauty is essentially a certain excellence or perfection in the proportion of things.”  In other words, to these acknowledged men of holiness, we enjoy beauty because we like and admire unity, order, and brightness or clarity of color.  St. Thomas listed four qualities of beauty:

1.  perfection of proportion.
2.  integrity, and unity of form.
3.  brightness and clarity in color.
4.  degree of splendour — something luminous in itself.

And according to St. Thomas, deciding that an image or a person is beautiful has its provenance in judgment, not in intuition, and involves “a dialogue” with beauty.  Beauty, then, is what pleases when it is seen.  And to touch beauty is apotheotic, an ascension to God.  For the truly beautiful is ‘whole,’ or ‘complete’ in all its parts and proportions.

The French have termed this ‘completeness’ elegance — that which is gracefully refined and luxuriously attired.  And the term includes, but is not limited to:  line, grace in movement, and a harmony between person, costume and environment.

In other words, the dialogue between beauty and mankind is found in clothing.

Scott Schuman’s book – The Sartorialist – presents in photographs what the reviewer has attempted to present in the above paragraphs – the action that beautiful clothes give to beauty.  Some of the photos depict clothing of the most bizarre and disparate type, but the effect when viewed as a whole is wonderful and may truly be designated as “sartorial elegance.” 

The photos were taken in locations all over the world.  And they demonstrate the distinctiveness of nationality and ethnic taste.  In the end, though, as one flips through the pages, the reader is led to a singular conclusion:  sartorial beauty is a universal concept.  No one person or ethnic group or nation has a monopoly on elegance.  In fact, the photos prove that elegance has many faces:  conservative, outlandish, somber, and colorful.  And many times elegance is most pronounced when displayed with unabashed extravagance. 

When perusing The Sartorialist, do yourself and favor and pay particular attention to the shoes being worn.  The evidence is obvious to even the most myopic – shoes can make or break one’s fashion statement.  As can hats, scarves, and handkerchiefs.  

The Sartorialist is a gem of a book.  It is without peer.  For it provides a glimpse of just how important clothes are in human interactions.  Wearing just the right dress, a woman can shout, “Here I am!” without even opening her mouth.  And for a man, the perfect hat can speak volumes about his masculinity, his personality.

On the Lookyloo-O-Meter, which ranges from 1 star (squint in pain) to 5 stars (gaze in rapture), The Sartorialist beholds 5 elegant stars.  Don’t miss this one.  Simply having it on your coffee table will let everyone know how elegant you really are.

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Life After 187, Wade J. Halverson

October 30, 2009 By: Rebeca Category: Book Reviews

Life After 187, by Wade J. HalversonLife After 187
By Wade J. Halverson
Xlibris Publishing
236 pages
$19.99

Reviewed by Randall Radic

If you’re of a certain age, then you probably remember action-adventure writers such as Edgar Rice Burroughs, and Robert E. Howard, the creators of Tarzan and Bran Mak Morn, respectively.  Nowadays we turn to W.E.B Griffin and Vince Flynn for our adrenaline fixes. 

 There’s a new kid on the block.  His name is Wade J. Halverson.  And he’s a combination of Robert E. Howard and Vince Flynn blended together with what ESPN reported as the “world’s fastest growing sport” – Ultimate Fighting.  The result is action-adventure goosed up to maximum overdrive!  For Wade J. Halverson writes fight scenes like a large-scale gamma ray emitter on crystal-meth and fly agarics – potent and hallucinogenic.

In other words, Life After 187 – which is the penal code designation for murder – flat out ROCKS!  We are talking head-banging heavy metal.

The story is compact and fast-paced.  Wham!  Bam!  Slam!  There are good guys, bad guys, in-between guys, money, beautiful women, and lots of hand-to-hand combat.  The kind of combat where the only rule is that “there are no rules.”  Anything goes.

The gist of the story goes like this:  Kane Silver is a member of a special operations unit in the U.S. Army.  His wife is brutally raped and murdered.  Kane annihilates the men who killed her.  He simply kicks ass and doesn’t even think about taking names.  But as with most things in life, there are consequences.  He is sentenced to three consecutive life sentences in prison.  While in prison, Kane and two other inmates recruited by the warden to participate in ultimate fighting matches.  Kane and the other two fighters manage to escape and end up in Hong Kong, and then in Brazil, where they take on the drug cartels. 

It’s obvious from the fight scenes that Halverson knows whereof he writes.  This isn’t some nerd in a bow-tie sitting down at his computer terminal, faking it.  This is someone who’s been there and done that.  For the action flows fast and furious with ferocious authenticity.  Yet at the same time, the combatants, who are the products of the harsh precepts of training, contend not only with each other but also with their own impulses.  Impulses which could lead to mistakes, injury, defeat and death.

Indeed, the action is so absorbing that the reader doesn’t even notice the author’s style, which is simple yet very effective.  Short sentences full of strong verbs and just the right amount of description.  Which is what action writing is all about.  Halverson’s ‘voice’ is rich and forceful, exuding an almost palpable energy.  And his dialogue is short and sweet, crisp and clean.  Which is the way the reader would expect such characters to speak.

 

Speaking of characters, there is just enough information about each one to promote the reader’s identification with them, but not so much that the action starts to drag.  Which is the right balance for the action-adventure genre.  Too much characterization slows the story down, whereas too much action eventually begins to cloy.  Halverson carefully maintains the equilibrium:  the action keeps the reader engaged, while the characterization keeps the reader cheering for the good guy.

Beware, though.  This book will suck you in.  Once you begin reading it you won’t be able to put it down.  And gosh by golly, it would make one heck of a movie.  Maybe Jean Claude Van Damme could be persuaded to take a little human growth hormone, thus shedding ten years of age.  He’d be perfect for the role of Kane Silver.  Or maybe Jason Statham would do it

On the action-adventure Read-O-Meter, which ranges from one star (whimpy) to five stars (bad-ass to the max) Life After 187 commands a hypertrophied 5 stars.  Whatever you do, do not miss this one!

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Musical Chairs, by Jen Knox

October 24, 2009 By: Rebeca Category: Book Reviews

Musical Chairs, by Jen KnoxMusical Chairs
By Jen Knox
All Things That Matter Press 2009
176 pages
$15.95

Reviewed by Randall Radic

Book reviews are strange things.  Supposedly, they are a light critique with a recommendation tacked on at the end.  Or not.  But let’s face it.  What they really are, is one writer (or wanna’ be writer, who is toiling away on a novel) judging the literary outpourings of another writer.  Which means book reviews are very subjective.  Of course, none of the parties involved ever admits to this subjectivity, because reviewers are – ostensibly – objective, dispassionate monitors who make a virtue of inscrutability.  Indeed, reviewers are ascetic, austere, and devout to an astonishing degree.

Right?  Right?!

The present reviewer admits to being random, contradictory, biased, and quite frequently unable to integrate a proliferation of information.  Which in common parlance means he will not like some books – no matter how wonderful they really are – for any number of reasons, most of which he couldn’t articulate even if his life depended on it.  Why?  Because it’s an emotional thing.  It’s not intellectual. 

He is trying to make a point, so bear with him. 

For example, he thoroughly enjoyed the present book – Musical Chairs, by Jen Knox.  But he can’t really tell you – the all-important reader – why.  So he reverts to his usual deductions.  It’s well-written, which means Jen Knox knows how to string words together into comprehensible sentences.  And her ‘voice’ is honest, unapologetic and – vital! – likeable.  In other words, she’s like the Apostle Peter in the Bible.  She’s a weak, frail, vulnerable human being, who makes lots of mistakes.  Which means – thank God – that she is human.  Which means that despite all her flaws and failures, she is not a fraud or a charlatan.  She’s not pretending to be someone who has their ‘shit’ together. 

Jen and most of her family are gloriously dysfunctional – just like most families.  And they have a tendency toward mental illness.  And – shockingly – she talks about it.  Which is what makes her story and her book so wonderful.  It’s downright refreshing to read a book that acknowledges what most people know is true, but are afraid to confess:  Most people are one brick short of a load.  Which is what makes them and life so interesting.

Which means that on the reviewer’s Read-O-Meter, which ranges from one star (yucky) to five stars (a wonderment) Musical Chairs scores a 4 and a half in the mini-astral department. 

Now, you might be asking yourself ‘what happened to the last half-a-star?’  Subjectivity is what happened.  The reviewer – who has already admitted to being impulsively biased – does not like books that lack presentation.  In other words, the publisher did a lackadaisical job in designing the book.  The font is wrong.  And there’s not enough white space on the pages.  Books without white space remind the reviewer of all those boring textbooks he read in college.  Yuck.  The paragraph and line spacing is tight, which hurts the reviewer’s eyes and makes his brain go shhhhzzzzzz.  And the borders – the side margins – are way too small.  Which makes the reviewer feel confined.

These complaints – of course – are subjective.  But when the reviewer picks up a book the first thing he does is look at the cover.  Then he turns the book over and looks at the back cover and the photo of the author.  Sometimes he reads the author’s bio, sometimes he doesn’t.  The next step is the make or break step.  He flips through the book – randomly.  If the presentation of the text on the page looks good – and meets his subjective standards – he will consider buying the book.  Otherwise, if it doesn’t, it’s bye bye baby bye bye. 

Musical Chairs failed the subjective test.  The only reason the reviewer read the book was because he promised to review it.  And now – after the fact – he’s glad he did.  It’s an excellent book and deserves to be read by oodles of people.  So don’t let the physical parameters of the book dissuade you.  Buy it!  You’ll like it.

Publishers take note.  Books are like cars.  A pleasing arrangement provides the reader with the luxury of emotional commitment.  In other words, the symmetry of a Ferrari is much more appealing than the toadstool configuration of a 1998 Saab.     

   

 

 

 

 

 

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The Cosmic Pulse of Life: The Revolutionary Biological Power Behind UFOs, by Trevor James Constable

October 15, 2009 By: Rebeca Category: Book Reviews

The Cosmic Pulse of Life, by Trevor James ConstableThe Cosmic Pulse of Life: The Revolutionary Biological Power Behind UFOs
By Trevor James Constable
The Book Tree 2008
346 pages
$29.95

Reviewed by Randall Radic

The ‘energy of life’ is a concept that has been around as long as mankind.  According to some, it’s even mentioned inn the Bible, where it is called ne shema, which is the “breath of life.”  Many scientists, doctors and writers have attempted to locate and harness this energy of life.  Dr. Albert Abrams, Dr. Ruth Drown, and Wilhelm Reich to name just a few.  Reich called the energy of life orgone.  And he constructed a machine, which amplified and emanated orgone energy.  Reich maintained his discovery could save humanity from the ravages of disease.

The powers that be considered Reich another nutcase, so they put him out of business and imprisoned him.

In the 1980s, a bestselling book about electromagnetic energy was written and published by a medical doctor.  It was called The Body Electric.  Was electromagnetic energy the energy of life?  The book never propounded a definite opinion.  What it did provide was food for thought.

And candidly, it is easy and fun to scoff at such theories.  But there are hordes of intelligent people who accept these theories as truth.  Just as there are hordes of people who actually believe in miracles and angels. 

Trevor James Constable wrote The Cosmic Pulse of Life, in which he expands on what he calls “etherian physics” and the invisibility of UFOs, which are “fundamentally bioenergetic manifestations.”  In the Preface to his book, Constable admits that he is rejected because he is “too far out” even within the ranks of UFO adherents. 

Constable discusses his ideas, his techniques for discerning bioenergetic manifestations – UFOs – and provides photographs to prove his case.  Which means that the book is an amalgamation of history, avant-garde science, an apologia and a call to arms.  In the end, Constable is asking for a respectful hearing rather than attempting to convert his readers.  

The Cosmic Pulse of Life is an interesting book, which sounds like a cop-out.  But it is interesting, because it provides an overview of the research and the people involved in etherian physics.  The information presented about Dr. Ruth Drown, who was one of the foremost advocates of ‘radionics’ is worth the price of admission.  For Ruth Drown was either the sad victim of a modern witch-hunt or the greatest female huckster in the history of U.S. medicine. 

Admittedly, Constable’s book will probably be read only by those referred to as conspiracy theorists or New-Agers, which is a shame.  It deserves to be read by a much wider audience, who could then decide for themselves.

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Blood and Politics: The History of the White Nationalist Movement From the Margins to the Mainstream, by Leonard Zeskind

October 12, 2009 By: Rebeca Category: Book Reviews

Blood and Politics: The History of the White Nationalist Movement From the Margins to  the Mainstream, by Leonard Zeskind Blood and Politics: The History of the White Nationalist Movement from the Margins to the Mainstream
By Leonard Zeskind
Farrar, Straus and Giroux  2009
645 pages
$37.50

Reviewed by Randall Radic  

Race, which is defined as “any of the major biological divisions of mankind, distinguished by color and texture of hair, color of skin and eyes, stature, bodily proportions, etc.:  many ethnologists now consider that there are only three primary divisions, the Caucasian (loosely, white race), Negroid (loosely, black race), and Mongoloid (loosely, yellow race), each with various subdivisions:  the term has acquired so many unscientific connotations that in this sense it is often replaced in scientific usage by ethnic stock or group.”

White was first used in the racial sense, as an adjective, in the year 1604.  Whoever it was that used it, did it like this:  “of those races (chiefly European or of European Extraction) characterized by light complexion.”  Certainly it was used prior to that, but this is the first recorded usage.  And it is assumed that this usage was quite common at that time, which shows how long ‘racism’ has been around.

William Perry, in 1676, distinguished between blacks and whites, calling blacks a totally different and separate species.  Blacks differed from Europeans not only in skin color “but also in natural manners and in the internal qualities of their minds.”  No one challenged Perry’s conclusions.  In fact, Europeans agreed.  There was nothing startling about these remarks.  It was common knowledge.

Of course, no one asked the blacks what they thought about it.  That would be like asking a two-year old toddler about the mathematics of infinity.

Then in 1708, William Tyson, who was a physical anatomist, discovered the evolutionary missing link.  He determined, scientifically of course, that it was the African Pygmy.  Whom Tyson called “wholly a brute,” halfway between an ape and a man. 

Ninety-one years later, in the year 1799, a medical doctor from Great Britain validated the superiority of whites.  His name was Charles White.  Dr. White published a profusely illustrated book in which he certified, without qualm and with meticulous decisiveness, that the white race is exalted over those of color.  Mostly, his proof consisted of pointing out the cosmetic refinement of white faces – their “rosy cheeks and coral lips.”  Again, no one argued with the incredible virtuosity of the doctor’s genius.  But it was nice to know that an expert confirmed what everyone already knew.

Following in Charles White’s ‘scientific’ footsteps was Robert Knox.  Knox, in his book The Races of Man declared it perfectly acceptable for whites to wipe out whole populations of blacks.  Because “the texture” of the black “brain is, I think, generally darker.”  And because there is “a physical and consequently, a psychological inferiority in the dark races generally.” 

Essentially, by dint of abstract reasoning, Knox arrived at these exaggerated, quaint and absurd conclusions.  Conclusions which Knox believed supported genocide.

Knox’s conclusions were supported by A.R. Wallace, the codiscoverer of the theory of evolution.  Put simply, Wallace explained that extermination of the colored races was nothing more than natural selection at work.  In other words, racial eradication was a self-acting, scientific law, nothing to be concerned about.  This was how the world worked.

Frederick Farrar took the idea of extermination even further, if possible.  Farrar divided the races of mankind into three distinct groups:  “savage, semi-civilized and civilized.”  And of all the races on the face of the earth, the Aryan and the Semitic were the only examples of civilized races.  There was only one semi-civilized race:  the Chinese, who, admittedly, were sliding down the slippery slope toward savage.  All other races were savage, and “irreclaimable,” because despite the whites’ superhuman efforts, the savage races were beyond hope.  They were “doomed.” 

Paul Rohrbach summed up the white man’s attitude toward the “rising tide of color” in his 1912 best-selling book German Thought in the World.  “Not until the native learns to produce anything of value in the service of the higher race, i.e., in the service of its and his own progress, does he gain any moral right to exist.”  Translation:  it is morally proper to wipe out the colored races.

What none of these esteemed white men bothered to mention, as they set forth their logical and scientific excuses for genocide, was the real reason for such European posturing:  real estate.  They wanted what the blacks had, land and natural resources.  In the end, then, the racism of some boiled down to money.  Others truly believed the colored races were of lesser value than whites.

And there were others who worried that white people would soon lose their majority status and become a minority.  Lothrop Stoddard summed this fear up in his astonishing The Rising Tide of Color, a virulently racist book that was accepted by the post-WWI world as “telling it like it is.”

White Nationalism still exists.  Full-spectrum dominance is their goal.

Blood and Politics is Leonard Zeskind’s latest effort – and his magnum opus – relates the history of the white supremacist movement.  He shows how – over the past 30 years – the white power boys have evolved a philosophy that is now two-pronged.  One prong is called vanguardism.  This faction builds small and often secretive groups composed of dedicated fanatics, who, when push comes to shove, will rise up and take over.  They will establish a new all-white government. 

The other prong is more conventional.  This faction utilizes the mainstream to its advantage.  They play politics, attempting to appeal to the silent majority, who are both white and Christian. 

Zeskind focuses on Willis Carto, William Pierce and David Duke.  But he doesn’t neglect the skinheads, survivalists, tax protestors, anti-Semites, Ku Kluxers, Christian Identity disciples, Pat Buchanan or Pat Robertson.  For they are all racists, hate Jews, oppose abortion, despise homosexuals, and consider the IRS the most evil organization on the face of the earth.  They want a gun in every home and strict anti-immigration laws, along with a giant wall to span the U.S./Mexico border. 

On the surface, the White Nationalist movement appears to be nothing more than a bunch of disgruntled nutcases, who are too disorganized to achieve their goals.  But as Zeskind demonstrates, there is a scary coherence – suggestive of a deeper wisdom – to the white power movement.  Racism is a very powerful political force.  One that cannot be lightly dismissed.  

Zeskind’s research is meticulous, and his analysis of the information is breathtaking in its practicality.  And underneath there sleeps an apocalyptic portent, which could prophesy the rise and fall of modern civilization.  For Zeskind’s themes could predict the coming of a disastrous earthquake.

Don’t miss this epic historical interpretation.  This book is hecka good!

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Sin: A History, by Gary A. Anderson

October 09, 2009 By: Rebeca Category: Book Reviews

Sin: A History, by  Gary A. AndersonSin: A History     
By Gary A. Anderson
Yale University Press 2009
272 pages
$30.00

Reviewed by Randall Radic

To say the least, the concept of sin is very interesting.  To some people – those called Christians – the subject of sin is vitally important.  Because they want to avoid it at all cost.  If they do, they get to go to Heaven.  If they don’t, they may end up in Hell.

When the reviewer was in seminary, he took a course called Hamartiology, which is a fancy theological term for ‘the study of sin.’  Unfortunately, it was not a hands-on course.  If it had been, the reviewer feels confident in saying he would have scored quite well.  No, the course was abstract and conceptual.  One of the abstractions studied was the Doctrine of Sin.  A small part of which is below.

A.  Definition and Classification.
     1.  Definition
           a.  Sin is a violation of the law or standards of God.  These divine standards are revealed in the Word of God.  Sin is also transgression against divine law.
           b.  The Westminster Catechism’s definition of sin:  “Sin is any want of conformity unto or transgression of any law of God given as a rule to a reasonable creature.”
          c.  Dr. L. S. Chafer’s definition of sin:  “Sin is that which proves unlike the character of God.”
          d.  The sinfulness of sin lies in the fact that it is against God even when the wrong we do is to others or ourselves.  The essence and law of God are perfectly harmonious.  Therefore, since God’s character and standards are perfect, anything that violates that has been defined in the Scripture as sin.

Pretty boring, huh?  And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.   The text goes on and on for another 10 pages.
         
Thank God for Gary Anderson’s new book, which is titled simply Sin:  A History.  It is not boring and it is not conceptual.  It’s just the opposite – delightfully quirky and very imaginative.  For it shows how the idea of sin, which was originally conceived of as a physical onus, changed.  Sin changed from being a load that each person bore into a debt that required payment.  In other words, sin went from being a personal burden to being an economic burden.  And this change had a dramatic impact on the history of the Church and its definition of sin. 

Once sin’s transformation is understood, the reader begins to understand why penance came into being, why charity entered the picture, and why salvation – according to some – can be bought and paid for, as if available at the local 7-11 convenience store.           

Professor Anderson is not your typical seminary professor.  For he has taken a remarkably dry subject and injected it with a vital energy.  In his delightful book, sin leaves the stodgy world of abstraction and becomes a commercial system of great reality.  If you owe, then you pay.       

Sin is an easy read because Professor Anderson abandons the usual scholastic style of writing – which is more often than not as boring as heck – and writes with elan, using brilliant allusions and turns of phrase just like a popular novelist.

On the Astral body rating system, where one star means ‘skip it’ and five stars means ‘race out an buy it,’ Sinrecieves 5 stars.  In fact, not reading this book probably constitutes a sin.

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Review: Across the Endless River, by Thad Carhart

September 22, 2009 By: Rebeca Category: Book Reviews

Across the Endless River, by Thad CarhartAcross the Endless River
By Thad Carhart
Doubleday 2009
309 pages.
$26.95

Reviewed by Randall Radic

Edgar Rice Burroughs – considered a ‘hack’ by the cognoscenti – imagined what would happen to an aristocratic infant born in Africa and raised by apes.  Burroughs went on to write a series of books – twenty-five different volumes – about Tarzan the Apeman.  So popular were the books, that Hollywood noticed and enlisted Johnny Weissmuller to play the role of Tarzan in a series of movies, which were not only entertaining but real moneymakers.  Eventually, though, Johnny got old and plump.  So Hollywood discarded his loincloth and put him in a safari outfit.  They called him Jungle Jim.

Years later, Hollywood – as is their want – decided to make a re-make of Tarzan.  This time they hired an unknown Frenchman – Christopher Lambert – to play the part of Tarzan.  Lambert was fantastic in the flick.  He was sexy, brooding, handsome in a slightly cruel way, and very, very body-con.  It was one hell of a good movie, because it explored what happens when mankind who, for the most part has opted for monoculture, lives between two cultures.  In other words, when cultural memories and cultural symbols are reshuffled, what kind of human being is produced?

The bicameral mind as envisioned by the highrolling Hollywood movie moguls.

All that just to say this:  Thad Carhart has written a new novel, which does the same thing – explores the “in-between path” of a person who lives within two cultures.  Carhart has titled his novel Across The Endless River, which is perhaps a little smarmy.  But thankfully, the novel isn’t.  For from the get-go it’s obvious that Carhart could never be labeled as a ‘hack.’  He’s a ferociously goosed up littérateur with enormous talent. 

Across The Endless River is the story of Jean-Baptiste Charbonneau, who actually existed.  Only not much is known about his life, especially between the years 1824 – 1829, during which he lived and traveled in Europe.  His traveling companion was none other than Duke Paul von Wurttemberg, the nephew of King Friedrich III von Wurttemberg. 

Jean-Baptiste commands interest because of who he was – the son of Sacagawea and Toussaint Charbonneau, who were the translators for Lewis and Clark on their famous expedition in 1805.  Massaged by two vastly divergent cultures – the Mandan-Hidatsa Indian Villages of North Dakota and the genteel world of St. Louis – Jean-Baptiste grew up to be a person at once noun and verb.  Which means he was not only a fascinating character of rich complexity, but he struggled with the basic human problem of context.  Who was he?  And what did he want to do with his life? 

That’s the story that Thad Carhart digs into.  He takes the human progeny of the Lewis and Clark Expedition – for Jean-Baptiste was born in the midst of the expedition – and sends him on a personal expedition, the expedition called Life. 

It’s a beautiful tale, wonderfully wrought.  Carhart plunges the reader into a slo-mo atomic hurricane of human passions and the age-old conundrum of ‘what gives meaning to one’s life?’  The tale glitters with beautiful women – a Princess and a feisty Irish lass – and with adventure, as Jean-Baptiste ranges from one continent to another, discovering his destiny.

On the Read-o-Meter, which ranges from 1 to 5, with 5 being the best Across The Endless River scores an unquestionable 5.  For this is a book shot through with a myriad of scintillating points of luminescence.  It’s a wonderment.

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Announcement: Randall Radic Promoted to Senior Editor

September 17, 2009 By: Rebeca Category: Alvah's Books' News

I’m happy to announce that Randall Radic, author of Gone to Hell: True Crime s of America’s Clergy, A Priest in Hell: Gangs, Murderers and Snitching in a California Jail, has been promoted to senior editor at Alvah’s Books.

We look forward to Randy’s future reviews and commentaries.

Randall Radic Alvah's Books' new smoking senior editor

Randall Radic Alvah's Books' new smoking senior editor

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