Showing posts with label small town. Show all posts
Showing posts with label small town. Show all posts
Sunday, September 20, 2015
At Home In Mitford by Jan Karon
Mitford's small town life breathes a story that's revealed to us through the eyes of one Timothy Kavanagh, or as people prefer to call him, Father Tim.
Father Tim has led a solitary home life for the majority of his adult existence, though the certainty of that world will shift the year he turns sixty. His reality alters with the appearance of a massive dog, who's still a puppy, a young boy needing a home and an interesting neighbor, for which he's inadequately prepared.
The reasoning behind his bachelorhood isn't a reflection on his view of women, the problem evolved from the lack of a soul mate. He made an unconscious choice to live alone rather than forcing the fear of loneliness into a decision of an unwanted marriage.
At this point in his life, he believes he'll be single throughout his remaining years, though fate has other plans ready to thrust upon him, whether he's ready or not.
Is Mitford a realistic look at life in a southern village? The residents may appear a tad polished for a wee town in North Carolina. They're an engaging, giving, intelligent, interesting, hard working and essentially likable lot.
Mitford is situated on the top of a mountain with gorgeous views of the valleys below, and is a day trip tourist destination, and though the town welcomes visitors, there's an unvoiced slogan of "thank you for visiting, now go home."
Considerable reviews share Father Tim's imperfections. There's a belief he should save everyone from everything, while never sleeping or meeting his own needs.
Does he have faults? Yes, he realizes he has a hard place in his soul from the result of a harsh father, and wants to deviate away from this flaw, yet this doesn't reflect on his giving spirit, for he metes out love to all he comes in contact with. He daydreams of running away, and self doubt isn't a stranger, and he'll be the first to tell people to put their trust in Jesus Christ and not in men, for men will always fail.
If you want to read a book concerning a perfect pastor--this isn't the book for you, though if you're willing to read of an unfinished (and aren't we all) person continuously looking to God for guidance, then read away.
Friday, July 10, 2015
Pines by Blake Crouch
My first indication that Wayward Pines existed became apparent when the current television show of the same name launched on Hulu. Matt Dillon stars as Ethan, the main character (and he's the actor my son Dillon is named after).
There's a modern Twilight Zone twist to this story of a man waking up in a small town where no one can escape and no one is allowed to talk about their past lives.
I love books where I can't comprehend absolutely what's happening, and the entire time I'm working on understanding the underlying reality, yet when I feel I'm close, I realize that I'm not approaching the truth at all.
If a citizen can't pretend or tries to escape--a fete (or a Reckoning on the TV show) is called forth. This event allows the phones to ring in their homes, which brings out all the inhabitants to murder the offender.
In the story, everyone participates which brings to mind the book called The Lottery, where a name is selected every year, and the townspeople stone the chosen one in the town square. The Lottery has an ulterior motive of keeping the earth satisfied for the continuation of abundant crops will persevere every year.
The citizens (though not all) murdering in Wayward Pines yearn to kill for pleasure, and frequently dress in elaborate costumes for the event. The disregard for human life forms the shadows of our past--enjoying the slaughter of thousands in the colosseum, the beheadings and hanging in subsequent years.
Today, we feel above such depravity, though on reflection, the fear of how quickly humans may fall back into vast savagery if forced into certain situations brings about uneasiness.
With the revelation of the truth, I felt happiness and pity for the residents of this meager town. This isn't your mama's Mayberry, and the scary monsters outside the walls aren't Yankees.
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