This blog will at times be fantastically out of date. I could argue some profound reason such as a principled stand against the ‘tyranny of the new’ but usually it will be because I’ve got round to reading a book years after it was popular.
One I’m reading with my younger daughter at the moment is Life of Pi by Yann Martel, winner of the Man Booker Prize with way over 7 million copies sold. Haven’t finished it yet but we’re enjoying the crazy unpredictable ride so far as our hero, Piscine Molitor Patel, becomes a Christian and a Muslim as well as a Hindu.
His first encounter with the story of Jesus from a local Priest called Father Martin goes like this: [and I’ll post it in two parts because there is a lot in it]
“And what a story. The first thing that drew me in was disbelief. What? Humanity sins but it’s God’s Son who pays the price? I tried to imagine Father [a zookeeper] saying to me, ‘Piscine, a lion slipped into the llama pen today and killed two llamas. Yesterday another one killed a black buck. Last week two of them ate the camel. The week before it was painted storks and grey herons. And who’s to say for sure who snacked on our golden agouti? The situation has become intolerable. Something must be done. I have decided that the only way the lions can atone for their sins is if I feed you to them.’
‘Yes Father, that would be the right and logical thing to do. Give me a moment to wash up.’
‘Hallelujah, my son.’
What a downright weird story. What peculiar psychology”