Archive for August, 2009

Movie Review: “Nim’s Island”

Don August 8th, 2009

“NIM’S ISLAND”:  A REVIEW   

“Nim’s Island” is a sweet little picture with much in it to enjoy, although one’s suspension of disbelief gets rather challenged by having not one but three Lassies: a sea lion, an albatross, and a lizard, any one of which would have beat the original Lassie back to Mom with the message that Timmy was in the Well. But I am getting ahead of myself. 

The premise is that an eleven year old girl, Nim, lives with her scientist father on a deserted island in the South Pacific. She is a big reader and a fan of the Alex Rover books (he being an Indiana Jones type adventurer). She has developed an email relationship with the author (Jody Foster), who, despite writing all these great adventure stories, is actually an agoraphobic who never leaves her apartment. Nim’s father gets lost at sea, and so she writes Alex Rover to come and save her; but she gets Alexandra Rover (the writer), who forces herself to travel to the Pacific to help the little girl, though by the time she gets there she is a basket case due to her agoraphobia. So now we have these two on the island trying to deal with each other as well as with the crisis.

 

The contrast between Rover’s public persona and the reality is absolutely hilarious, and the way she eventually overcomes her phobias, grows up, and has a real Alex Rover adventure due to coming to love Nim more than she dreads her fears, is genuinely heartwarming. Christians can understand this movie as a parable illustrating the biblical verse that says perfect love casts out fear (1 John 4:18).  I know of no reason to believe that this was the film’s conscious intent, but the truth is illustrated powerfully for those with biblical ears to hear, and without any morally objectionable sidetracks.  Meanwhile, “Nim’s Island” has the added bonus of giving a positive portrait of homeschooling and spinning intellectual life in general and reading in particular as “cool” for kids.

 Unfortunately, there is too much of the unbelievable critter-to-the-rescue motif, which is so incredibly corny (especially to anyone who remembers the TV “Lassie” series) that it gets in the way of enjoying the good stuff. Nevertheless, I enjoyed the film overall and thought that the good elements in its plot outweighed the bad.  Even that stricture would only apply to adults; undoubtedly it won’t be a problem for your children.  Take them to see “Nim” or rent it for them, and if you don’t mind rolling your eyes at a scene or two, you will enjoy it too.    Donald T. Williams, PhD, is Chair of the Department of Humanities and Sciences at Toccoa Falls College and the author of Mere Humanity: G. K. Chesterton, C. S. Lewis, and J. R. R. Tolkien on the Human Condition (Nashville: Broadman, 2006), Credo: Meditations on the Nicene Creed (St. Louis: Chalice Press, 2007), and The Devil’s Dictionary of the Christian Faith (St. Louis: Chalice, 2008).

LXV

Don August 7th, 2009

LXV  Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”  

One reason we respond to Jesus in faith and repentance is that, despite the wearing grind of life and the seeming futility of existence, He somehow gives us hope.

  FIRSTFRUITS  

Silver that does not tarnish,

Iron that will not rust;

Wood that needs no varnish,

Flesh that is not dust.

 

Gold that will not perish,

Love that won’t grow cold;

Hopes we ever cherish,

Dreams we tightly hold.

 

For in the human heart

Old memories still survive

Of One who took our part

And died—and is alive.

Donald T. Williams, PhD

 

Breakpoint

Don August 7th, 2009

Check out Chuck Colson’s “Breakpoint” for Aug. 6, 2009:

 

http://www.breakpoint.org/images/content/breakpoint/audio/2009/080609_BP.mp3

 

http://www.breakpoint.org/commentaries/12125-worship-wars

 

 

 He summarizes my Touchstone article “Durable Hymns,” from the July/August issue.  If it interests you, see pp. 19-21 for the full essay. Donald T. Williams, PhD

LXIV

Don August 6th, 2009

LXIV Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.” 

            One of the great mysteries of God’s work for our salvation in Christ is the doctrine of Effectual Calling.  How does God call us to repentance and faith in such a way that, despite their sinful hearts, Christ’s people find themselves responding to Him?  How does God get us to do something contrary to our very self-centered and rebellious natures yet without violating our free will?  Mysteries are often better portrayed than explained.  That is where poetry comes in.

 

 

 TWO ESSAYS ON EFFECTUAL CALLING  I 

The fire danced upon the hearth;

The shadows leaped across the wall.

The hobbits stared up at the man,

Travel-worn, but strong and tall,

And wondered how far, if at all,

They dared to trust him.  Slow and strained

Had been his words; white and pained

His face.  They heard of death and fear

And things they had no wish to hear,

And doubted not the words, but yet the man.

Why should this queer wandering stranger

Seek them out to tell of danger?

They knew not what he stood to gain,

But all to well what they could lose.

They did not know—yet it was plain

They’d shortly have to choose.

The shadows flickered on the paneled wood . . .

And then the ranger stood.

 

 II 

The sunlight danced upon the sand;

The breakers leaped across the waves.

The fisherman’s heavy, calloused hand

Clenched the net until it tore,

For he was troubled by Prophet’s lore.

The stranger spoke of life and death.

His words were like a salty breath

Of sea-wind on a sun-baked day.

The fisherman reddened, looked away,

And doubted not the truth, but yet the man.

Why should this queer wandering stranger

Seek him out to tell of danger?

He knew not what he stood to gain,

Nor clearly what he stood to lose.

He did not know—yet it was plain

He’d shortly have to choose.

“Leave your nets and come!”  He heard him say.

The stranger walked away . . .

Donald T. Williams, PhD

 

Review: Harry Potter

Don August 5th, 2009

I am probably the last person in America to see the new Harry Potter movie.  I don’t have that much to say about “Half Blood Prince: The Movie.”   I suspect that anyone who had not read the books would find it disjointed and hard to follow.  But that is just one more reason to read the books!  But it did remind me of what I have to say about the books, so I copy here my review of the whole (written) series:

HARRY POTTER AND THE MEANING OF IT ALL   This review appears online at the website of Modern Reformation magazine.  The URL is:

 http://www.modernreformation.org/default.php?page=articledisplay&var1=ArtRead&var2=596&var3=main&var4=Home

   Now that the Harry Potter series has finally been completed, we can look back on the whole Potter legendarium and draw some conclusions. Despite the hysterical rants of some Christians, the books are not occultic.  None of J. K. Rowling’s magicians, not even the dark ones, has an attendant spirit or anything like that.  Their “magic” is simply an alternative set of natural laws to which Muggles do not have access. Nor are the books an advertisement for Wicca.  There is no neopaganism in the Potter universe, no worship of the Goddess or of Nature. Real-life Wiccans and other New-Age “witches” are nothing like J. K. Rowling’s magicians, which are a loose compendium of folklore, literary precedent, and her own imagination.  What religion does intrude into the story is Christian as far as it can be identified.  Biblical quotations are part of the plot of Book VII and are treated as expressing universal truths; Harry puts the sign of the cross over Dobby’s grave.

Rowling did make a tactical blunder for Christian readers in using the word witch as if it were morally neutral, in contrast to writers like C. S. Lewis, in whose Narnia books witches, reflecting biblical usage of the word, are always on the wrong side. It is curious that the word wizard (though not warlock) can be used neutrally much more easily than witch.  For a warlock is simply a male witch. In Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings trilogy, Gandalf (good) and Saruman (evil) are both called wizards, but you could only call one of them a warlock and get away with it.  Less sensitive to these connotations, Rowling erects unnecessary barriers for Christian readers who remember the way the word witch is used in Scripture (though some Christians object even to Lewis and Tolkien). But this lack of semantic sensitivity is more a reflection of increasing theological illiteracy in Western society as a whole than it is of nefarious intent by Rowling.  It is certainly something to be criticized in the books, and biblical reality about real witchcraft is something to be taught to Christian children and contrasted with the diction of the Potter world; but the unfortunate nomenclature is hardly a justification for rejecting the series outright.              

In reaction to those who want to burn J. K. Rowling as a witch (after all, she probably weighs the same as a duck!), we have people trying to read the Potter books as Christian works. I think these folks are over-reaching a bit, but they have more of a leg to stand on than the witch-hunters do. There are indeed themes in the books which reflect Christian teachings, but they fall short of the clear and powerful representation of the Gospel or of the full Christian world view that one finds in Narnia or Middle Earth.

Evil in the Potter universe is associated with a Nietzschean drive for power. “There is no good and evil,” says Lord Voldemort in the very first volume, “only power and those without the courage to use it.” It is a rare moment of honesty. Usually the Death Eaters pursue power while rationalizing the moral evils they commit in order to grasp and hold it by appeals to the greater “common good” which sound downright Orwellian. We see the same basic philosophy played out in all the villains, ranging from Voldemort himself, who does not stoop to justifying the imposition of his will, to Percy, who puts a little too much stock in being Prefect and ends up a tool of the Dark Lord until his repentance near the very end. On the other side we have Dumbledore, who turns down the post of Minister of Magic, being more interested in “love, friendship, truth, and loyalty” than in power. There are good insights here into the nature of evil and how it plays itself out in our own society.

The supreme theme of the whole series is one as old at least as Chaucer’s Prioresse: Amor vincit omnia, “Love conquers all.”  It is love, not superior magical power, which conquers Lord Voldemort in the end. The central embodiment of this theme turns out to be, of all people, Severus Snape. Despite all appearances, he has actually been true to Dumbledore, killing him at the end of Book VI by Dumbledore’s own command to prevent the destruction of whatever chance for innocence remains in Draco Malfoy’s soul, and giving Harry the key to understanding everything toward the end of Book VII through the gift of his dying memories. Why? Because he has always been in love with Lily Evans, an unrequited love with the added indignity that she marries his chief rival and tormenter, James Potter, and becomes Harry’s mother. Though Snape is by ancestry and inclination a servant of the Dark Lord, his love for Lily causes him to end up on the side of good in the end–for love is the one thing that Voldemort cannot understand.           

The centrality of love is strengthened by the theme of sacrifice. Lily sacrificing her life to save her son sets in motion the powerful forces that eventually lead to Harry’s triumph and Voldemort’s fall, and the willing self sacrifice of others along the way, including Dumbledore and even Harry himself (who thinks he is giving up his own life to save his friends but actually survives), contributes to the wonderful way in which this theme is worked out.  Snape’s choice is in some ways the most impressive of all.  He allows his whole life to be ruled by sacrificial love for a dead woman who did not requite it in life, knowing all along that he has no hope in this life of any reward for his self-denying acts save love itself. To sacrifice oneself for love is the very opposite of the Nietzschean drive for power which is the essence of evil in the series, and though at first love seems much weaker, it proves stronger in the end.

          The central ideas of the series then resonate powerfully with central doctrines of the Christian faith, and I do not believe Rowling could have developed them as profoundly as she did without being influenced by Christian teaching. But they do not quite rise to a Christian view of the world. For love as it comes from fallen human hearts does not conquer all. Love conquers all only because God is love and because He has sacrificed himself in His Son. The good Potter characters seem to find this all-conquering love by somehow looking within themselves, not by looking up and outward to the Source of it, which is Christ.  One is left with the impression that it could be just love itself, love in the abstract, which conquers all, rather than the scandalously specific Love which comes only from the heart of God in the sacrifice of Christ.  And only the sacrifice of that divine and innocent Victim could provide the propitiation which is necessary to the conquest of the evil which is found at the core of our own hearts.  We as believers follow Christ in taking up our own crosses, in recapitulating his loving sacrifice in our own lives, indeed.  The Hogwarts heroes could be read as exemplars of this truth.  But only as our acts flow from that supreme Act do they participate in its power.  Do Harry’s, Snape’s, and Dumbledore’s?  It is, alas, unclear.  To separate love and sacrifice from their Source, as if they could operate independently of it on their own, is to risk losing them as the Gospel evaporates into a bloodless humanism.  J. K. Rowling’s story never denies this more explicitly Christian view of love, but neither does it demand it.    She comes awfully close to the biblical view, and she communicates much profound truth in falling just short of it. But she does fall short. She could have provided clearer hints and clues to the idea that in order to defeat evil we must look, not to love in the abstract, but outside of ourselves to the Source of love, which is Christ. A great Christian mythmaker like Lewis or Tolkien would have done just that (without making it too obvious).  In the Stone Table of Narnia it is inescapable.  But even in the more subtle Lord of the Rings, especially when clarified by the creation story in The Silmarillion, meaning and victory and hope come ultimately from “beyond the circles of the world.”  For what Rowling has accomplished in the Harry Potter series we should have a profound appreciation, but we should also have an awareness of what is missing–for that is, quite literally, crucial. 

Donald T. Williams, PhD, is Director of the School of Arts and Sciences and Professor of English at Toccoa Falls College.  His most recent books include Mere Humanity: G. K. Chesterton, C. S. Lewis, and J. R. R. Tolkien on the Human Condition (Broadman, 2006) Credo: Meditations on the Nicene Creed (Chalice Press, 2007), and The Devil’s Dictionary of the Christian Faith (Chalice, 2008).  His website is www.doulomen.tripod.com. 

LXIII

Don August 4th, 2009

LXIII Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.” 

Well, as a Southerner, maybe I’m a sucker for a Lost Cause.  We end this symphony of protest about the condition of the Poetic Arts with a serious statement of an Alternative.  (It is a Spenserian Sonnet, naturally.)  As one of Flannery O’Connor’s characters says in response to the objection that “People have quit doing that,” “They ain’t quit doing it as long as I’m doing it.”  Amen, say I.  And maybe the Journal of Formal Poetry is proof that I am not alone in trying to keep real Poetry alive in this decadent world.  Long live the Faithful Remnant, and may their tribe increase!

 

 

 ARS POETICA:  A Musical Suite in Four Movements

(Continued)

 

 IV  Hymn to the Logos  (For Solo Non-Conformist) 

My search for Freedom always led to Form,

And only there could I find liberty.

Inside myself, I found a raging storm

That had to be bound e’er I could be free.

I sought a channel for my energy

Though which my will could then direct its flow

That it not splash into eternity

And dissipate itself, but rather go

Toward some goal.  My soul was my own foe

And often tried to break out, marring all.

And yet, by God’s grace, I have come to know

Who my Redeemer is, and what my fall.

He it is who harnesses the storm

And gives, in life and verse, Freedom and Form.

Donald T. Williams, PhD

LXII

Don August 3rd, 2009

LXII Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.” 

The third movement follows inexorably from the first two.  Once the Poets and the Critics have betrayed their trust, what else is there for the poor Readers to do?

 

 

 ARS POETICA:  A Musical Suite in Four Movements

(Continued)

 

III

 Nolo Tolerare:  (Plaintive Chant for the Reading Public) 

Poetry is a pastime for

The pedantic scholar and the bore.

My proof for this?  It’s plain to see

They’re not writing anything for me!

For all I care, their poems can rot.

I’m not a fool!  I’ll buy them not.

 

Oh, once I thought that Robert Frost

Had shown me something I else had lost

About a snowy woodland eve . . .

But I was wrong.  I was deceived.

The English Teacher (who should know

When such things are and are not so)

Said that he had really written

About a Death Wish that had smitten

The poor old man before his time,

And that was why he wrote the rhyme.

I thought he’d given me a sight

Into the mystery of the night—

How Nature’s presence, always near

Could suddenly become quite clear,

Life capsule in one snowy eve . . .

But I was wrong.  I was deceived.

 

And that’s not all:  this recent “verse”

Is, if it’s possible, even worse.

You can’t even think you’ve caught the scent

Of something the poet might have meant.

Well, I have now been burned enough.

I’m thought with all this wretched stuff.

For all I care, their poems can rot.

I’m not a fool!  I’ll buy them not.

Donald T. Williams, PhD

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