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Thursday, July 29, 2021

Veritas: a Harvard Professor, a Con Man and the Gospel of Jesus's Wife by Ariel Sabar


Sabar's excellent investigative work has it all -- faith, sex, fraud, ancient mysteries, and modern controversies, all wrapped up in compulsively readable prose. I found it hard to put down his tale of a very smart woman who falls for (in more ways than one) a scrap of papyrus purporting to mention Jesus' wife.

What's astounding is all the red flags that were there from the beginning: the unusual shape and appearance of the fragment itself; the bad grammar; the mix of dialects; the fact that "my wife" was incomplete and didn't necessarily refer to an actual woman, let alone the Mary mentioned elsewhere, let alone Mary Magdalene; the lack of transparency over the origins of the fragment; and Prof. King's own reluctance to let others look at photographs, let alone the original. But it was catnip to Harvard Divinity School, looking for relevancy, and the feminists, scholars, and theologians unhappy with the Church's understanding of Jesus, and the press who always want something guaranteed to generate views.

King may have ultimately been fooled, a victim of confirmation bias and her own desperate desire for evidence of her pet theories. But Sabar also suggests something even worse -- that King knew almost from the beginning it was fraudulent, and she was willing to ignore inconvenient facts in favor of what she felt was the truth. As her mentor explained, the value of a (hi)story lies "not in whether it is true but in whether it feels true." King herself, by training a historian not a theologian, would argue that historical time was a "Western construction" and "not serious, real, or true"; therefore what does it matter if the papyrus is dated to the 8th century and the ink to the 21st? The fragment is true because it is good, not because it is accurate.

The irony is that even if one buys her relativistic approach to history, the very words of the fragment itself don't come close to saying what she wanted them to say.  But it didn't matter to her; only her idiosyncratic beliefs about early Christianity did. That such an educated, gifted scholar would think this way is all the more disturbing given recent societal trends. She is far from the only American of recent years to reject demonstrable facts in favor of ideological "truth."

Thursday, July 22, 2021

Book Round-Up

The History of the Book in 100 Books by Roderick Cave and Sara Ayad: This covers over 15,000 years of human expression and lots of fascinating works, but with only two pages devoted to each of the 100 books it left me wanting more.

Dig if You Will the Picture by Ben Greenman: not so much a biography as an impressionistic analysis of Prince's music, influences, and beliefs. The prose can get a little purple, but that's only to be expected when discussing the Purple One.

Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis: A retelling of the Cupid and Psyche myth that has profound insights on love, jealousy, and faith. I'm so glad I finally re-read it.

Nine Perfect Strangers by Liane Moriarty: this was a fun book that skewered modern obsessions with wellness and social media, while being quite gentle with the all-too-human characters.

The Butterfly Lampshade by Aimee Bender: Bender's latest novel is a lovely, melancholy mediation on memory, mothers and daughters, and mental illness, with a dash of magical realism. That's a lot of Ms!

Saturday, July 17, 2021

A Little Leather

 While sorting through my many, many bracelets I realized I had barely any made of leather. That had to be remedied!

Coincidentally, Martha Stewart had suggestions for simple bracelets, using glued-on magnetic clasps (the print version wrote about different styles). I found some leather scraps and a charm connector, and a few minutes later I had a pair of bracelets:

But that wasn't enough. I had a string of luscious agate beads just waiting for an idea, and that idea was another ladder wrap bracelet. There were just enough beads for three wraps:

Not content to stop there, I used this technique to create another bracelet with a few colorful beads I had been hanging onto:


That should be good for now.

Monday, July 5, 2021

Nothing to See Here by Kevin Wilson

There's a reason why Wilson's 2019 book was named one of the best books of the year by a whole bunch of outlets. His novel about a troubled young woman tasked with caring for twins who spontaneously combust whenever they're upset is a stunner, by turns heartbreaking and hilarious. What the children really need is stability and support for their needs; what they get is a father obsessed with his political ambitions, a step-mother determined to keep everything scandal-free and under control, and an aide who doesn't know what to do about children of any kind, let alone those on fire. But they also get a screwed-up "governess" who never lived up to her potential, who knows just how to help anxious children neglected and used by the adults around them.

In an essay at the end of the book Wilson said he was inspired in part by his life-long struggle with anxiety, a trait several of the characters share. But this story resonated with me in its depiction of children who have, essentially, special needs, and who need routine, support, and most of all love so they can thrive. The bond that develops between them and their guardian is achingly moving. It's a weird, beautiful story, and I can't recommend it enough.