I remember how they took you down

[sovay]

I need to start writing things down again. I seem to have slid back into the state where I consider all my thought processes pointless. I am curious to try—not Twittering, but posting more of the stray ideas that cross my mind, writings that strike me, meme-answers that I owe friends from months back, just to see what I have at the end of the day. I'm sure a substantial amount of trivia, but probably not as much as I believe. Meanwhile, I am off to watch another batch of Avatar. This post brought to you by the thoughts Can anyone recommend novels by Charles Williams?, What I wouldn't have given to see Ernest Thesiger play Andrew Ketterley, and My God, I just cut my tongue on a cough drop.

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The only female character is too conventional, and too perfect, to be believable. That quasi-detective feels like he walked out of Chesterton. The non-westerners are stereotyped; the 'bad' characters are the only ones whose thought processes we really get a sense of. All in all, you get the impression that the whole novel is just written as something to hang the philosophy, theology, and speculative sci-fi off; as it is, the novel hangs on these like a wet garment: saggy, damp, and showing what's behind it (some of which is rather interesting, some offputting) all too plainly. Which is why I think *I* should try reading his theology, instead.

[sovay]

All in all, you get the impression that the whole novel is just written as something to hang the philosophy, theology, and speculative sci-fi off; as it is, the novel hangs on these like a wet garment: saggy, damp, and showing what's behind it (some of which is rather interesting, some offputting) all too plainly.

Ouch. Thanks. Maybe I will also try his theology . . .