Saturday 21 February 2015

The simple things

When I was much younger, I used to aim to make Ash Wednesday mass as late as possible on the day. As Lent only starts then, you can get two drinks in after work before the 7:30 service. I remember once pelting through central London on a bike after glibly promising my drinking companion I could get from Charlotte St to Camden in under 10 minutes (you can't, but it's close enough). That was when I had time; and evenings. Now I try to work Ash Wednesday more efficiently and knock it off during the day. It's amazing how hard that is.

I suspect it's true that you can tell a lot about any organisation by how well they do the irregular activities. It's certainly true that you can tell a lot about a church based on what happens outside Sundays. Getting Ash Wednesday right should be easy. If you're a city church near a lot of workplaces, you should have an Ashing service at lunchtime. You might well want to have one after work too, but don't have it at 7:30. If you're residential, do it after dinner (7:30 is fine). And tell people about it - at the very least put a poster up outside, and you should really learn to use the Internet - I don't believe it's that hard anymore. People who are looking for a service near work should be able to look you up. In London, the diocese could even co-ordinate.

On Wednesday, I had to walk 20 minutes in the centre of London to find a church I knew had a service. I walked past two churches on the way. Even after looking at their noticeboards, I couldn't work out if they had a service at all, let alone at lunchtime. I mourn the fact that Ash Wednesday isn't a fundamental part of the rhythm of modern life, but I'm just angry that the churches don't even seem to trying. Anathema.

P.S. My old and new churches did this just fine.


Wednesday 4 February 2015

Bibliography, January 2015

BOTM: M. Cunningham, The hours

L. Barber, An education
R. Blythe, Akenfield
E.M. Brent- Dyer, The school at the chalet*
E. Crispin, The case of the gilded fly
C.L.R. James, Letters from London
M. Marquesee, War minus the shooting*
R. Silverberg, Downward to Earth*
B. Unsworth, Pascali's Island

In some ways, I'm bottling this. My delight about the delivery of the complete Chalet School series from home is profound. There is a creeping inevitability about me reading them all. The first is excellent and was a strong contender for BOTM. As was Mike Marquesee's book on the 1996 cricket world cup. Instead, I've plumped for Michael Cunningham's famous, highly lauded, concept novel. It is of course better written than the Chalet school and structurally more complex. It's also exceptionally clever and well done. It's not a long book and it's packed tight (note of course that it's not really three stories but two and a prequel). I find Virginia Woolf unreadable, but this briefly made me think I wanted to revisit her work. Instead I've started book two of the Chalet school. I'm happy with that.