I understand that, elsewhere on Patheos, there is a blog entry from some anonymous person decrying the “violent language” that the FARMS Review (more recently, albeit briefly, the Mormon Studies Review) allegedly often deployed against its targets under what others, elsewhere, have memorably called my “reign of terror” there.
I deny this, and I note that the blogger provides no examples. I understand that the supposed mean-spiritedness and viciousness of the Review have long since taken on the status of self-evident truths in certain fairly small circles, but the actual evidence for such vicious cruelty and callousness is, to put it mildly, thin. (And the ironic truth, of what it’s worth, is that not a few of those most given to reciting the mantra of our horrific nastiness are, themselves, routinely and regularly guilty of saying things about me and my associates and the Review that I, at least, would never say, and have never said, about anybody.)
But perhaps the anonymous blogger, who appears to be a Latter-day Saint, is actually upset about “violent language” in such hymns as “Onward, Christian Soldiers,” “Up, Awake, Ye Defenders of Zion” (especially in its original version), and “Hope of Israel, Rise in Might!” and assumes that I wrote them.
For the record, I didn’t.
But on to more pleasant subjects:
It was a bit rainy today here in and around Maria Alm. Which is fine, because, after many days on the road, we again had to do such mundane things as wash clothes (in a single, very tiny, washing machine) and go grocery shopping, and I had a lot of reading and writing to do. (This is, actually, work time.)
But what a place to do them!
Here are three iPhone views from our back porch, followed by a little snapshot from our late afternoon stroll through the village:
With such scenery ready to hand, it’s really not necessary to pile into the car and drive anywhere, nor even, for that matter, to walk very far from home.
Maria Alm, Austria.