You’re all welcome to A Reading Room, the bloggy book club. It’s up, and it’s your job to get it running. I’m still working on it, and I am yet to send invites to club members, so please let me know (by email) if you want to read and write with us. Our first book is The Shack. The book list is pretty smart if I do say so myself, and thank you Suzie for the awesome ideas. Email me with book suggestions: email@example.com, and also let me know if you would rather gouge your eyeballs out than read what we’ve picked so far. Please, please, you know this is not a girlie bookclub for the weak-hearted. We’re reading McCarthy, and yes, we will cry reading it, but come on, boys can be in our club, too.
Something else: There are these super cool guys who review films, and they L-O-V-E Jesus in that cussy kind of I’ve-been-in-the-pit sort of way. They’re complete strangers to me, though friends of some of my friends, and they’re my brothers. Has a movie review ever made you cry? Or has a review made you laugh until you slobbered on your keyboard and made the f stop working for a while? I’m not kidding, more than movies, you get what you feel are pieces of the writers that can only come out when art moves them out – as if a piece of art tangles into the brain near where we keep secrets, so to speak of the art is to tell of ghosts, what we saw as children out of the corner of our eye, or of deep, hard crushes and that wind that caught your breath the first time you realized God, those things that only art could shove out into the seeing/hearing world. Go here: Three Hands in the Popcorn Bag.
And once again, the song and the conversation at The Common Guild is a catchy kick in the pants.
These three blogs are forevermore in my bloglines under Fartsy.
Not to change the subject, but see here for some stuff that is actually changing the world, one bent-over sling of a hoe at a time.