There are some things more predictable in modern Christian corners of the internet than the claim that aliens are demons. Not metaphorical demons. Literal, horn-polishing, red-eyed demons in flying saucers, zooming about the upper atmosphere waiting to insert microchips and destroy the family unit. One cannot sneeze in a telescope shop without someone citing Ezekiel’s … Continue reading Silent Planets and Sinless Beings: On C.S. Lewis, Aliens, and the Theological Terror of the Unknown
Category: Literature
The Magus – A Hall of Mirrors for the Soul
There are some books you finish with a satisfied sigh, and others with a frown of confusion, and then there’s The Magus by by John Fowles - a novel I closed with the faint, haunting suspicion that I had been read far more thoroughly than I had read it. It didn’t so much end as evaporate, … Continue reading The Magus – A Hall of Mirrors for the Soul
What Remains After Love: A Reflection on The End of the Affair
There are books that don’t so much entertain as they haunt. They don’t ask for your approval, or even your sympathy - they simply step into the quietest room of your mind and sit there, uninvited, until you are forced to acknowledge them. The End of the Affair by Graham Greene is one of those … Continue reading What Remains After Love: A Reflection on The End of the Affair
A Cacophony of Creaks and Courage: On the Curious Brilliance of Hendrik Groen, 83¼ Years Old
I came to The Secret Diary of Hendrik Groen, 83¼ Years Old expecting the sort of gentle chuckle one lets out when a pensioner mistakes TikTok for a foot ointment. What I found instead was a revelation - less a book, more a quietly defiant act of civil disobedience, written in biro. If Alan Bennett’s … Continue reading A Cacophony of Creaks and Courage: On the Curious Brilliance of Hendrik Groen, 83¼ Years Old
A Soleful Misuse of Public Services: In Praise of the Cheesy-Footed Charlatan of Worthing
There are times in life when one must stop, take stock, and wonder if civilisation has, quite simply, had its day. That moment arrived for me this week in the form of a gentleman - and I use the term in its loosest, most elasticated sense - by the name of Richard Cove. A man … Continue reading A Soleful Misuse of Public Services: In Praise of the Cheesy-Footed Charlatan of Worthing
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