Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

Saturday, May 31, 2008

tribute to jeremy

Well sort of. I just finished reading two books and I thought I might try to write a review. (Jeremy does this well)

Both books were recommended by Donald Miller at the FPU Lecture that I went to recently. The first is Sailing Alone Around the Room, by Billy Collins. It's "a landmark collection of new and selected poems..." all of which I find are all the more satisfying when read aloud, which I suppose is true of most poetry. It's poetry for the everyday person, keeping a safe distance away from overly complex descriptions and puzzling mouthfulls of analysis. Reading Collins is like singing the melody of a huge symphony piece, it's the simple beauty surrounded by the cacophany of even greater, yet uncontainable beauty.

Some of my favorites:

-My Number -The Rival Poet -Vade Mecum -On Turning Ten -The
Blues -Man In Space -Splitting Wood -Reading an Anthology of Chinese Poems of the Sung Dynasty, I Pause To Admire the Length and Clarity of Their Titles

On to review number 2.

Man in Black by Johnny Cash

The book focuses mainly on the relationship between Cash's addiction to pills and his walk of faith. Essentially, it's his testimony. Man in Black starts at Cash's childhood telling stories of church and the influence of his older brother's faith and death, follows his love of music and introduction into the music industry, and then spiral into pill addiction, reaching his rock bottom point and recovery / repentance to a more serious relationship with Jesus, performing for the armed forces, then finishing with the story of writing and producing a movie about Jesus in the holy land (The Gospel Road, thanks Netflix). Lyrics of songs Cash and others have written show up throughout the chapters including some by Kris Kristofferson.

Some of my favorite stories include Cash's meeting younger stars Merle Haggard and Charlie Pride. His faith comes across as genuine and his vulnerability is almost limitless. He tells of multiple times driving through the woods in his jeep completely high on pills, getting arrested seven times, having to cancel concerts, and getting kicked out of the Grand Ole Opry.

I was surprised to learn about how much Gospel music was a part of all of his shows and so many of those in the music entertainment industry. As well, in his own words, Cash seems much more Christian and spiritual than the media portrays, I remember nothing in Walk the Line highlighting his faith.

Man in Black was published in 1975, almost 30 years before his death. I'd be interested to read some of the new auto biographies that have come out recently. Overall, I really did enjoy the book, Cash is a decent enough writer, he sometimes jumps back a few years or fills in a time-line of a particular event and I occasionally got lost. My guess is that if someone isn't already interested in Cash's life the stories may not be compelling enough to keep interest. But come on, who isn't interested at least a litte by Johnny Cash?

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

another book

That's right, I finished another book. Shoot, maybe this is just the first I've finished of all that I've mentioned. Last night after not being able to sleep because of...well, issues, I decided to trek through the remaining pages of this book. It only took me about six months to read this.

I think this book has had the greatest effect on me of all that I have read in the past five years, probably because it's the most self-validating for me. The author's voice is my voice, one that is constantly analytical, and in the end, flawed. I love the idea that Quality is the cause/creator of everything and it must remain undefinable, because whenever it is defined, a part of it is lost and it ceases to be the first cause. I had a two hour discussion with my friend Amos on the way back from Vegas at about 2am all about the book and how it applies to spirituality and Christianity. I miss those types of conversations.

I realize that the reason I enjoyed the book so much was because it was just like one of those 2am conversations. It was like having a friend who thought and processed the same way as I do and whenever I wanted to discuss life I could just open the book. Perhaps that's why I'm feeling a little sad to be finished reading it. Now I'll have to wait for another couple of months or so in order to have one of those fulfilling conversations. One that I don't have to entirely initiate and carry the weight of in order for it to continue. I think one of the things that brings me the most sadness is not being able to communicate. I want somebody to initiate the long 2 hour conversation where all we talk about is ideas. This is my love language and although it may seem dull, it is what brings me greatest joy. It's how I feel like I've connected with someone, talking about things bigger than ourselves, marveling about great concepts, trying to bring them into practicality without loosing their greatness. It's my attempt at experiencing Quality. Without it I feel alone.