I saw The Good Shepherd by Kenneth Bailey mentioned on one of the blogs on my feed reader.
It’s now on my acquisitions list.
Some observations by the author:
“For nearly fifty years, Middle Eastern shepherds with their flocks were a part of the larger context in which I grew up and then lived and taught the New Testament,”
“It was my privilege to have laymen and clergy in three countries as my students who had herded sheep for extended periods in the Eastern Mediterranean.”
“Regarding the good shepherd, the Bible invites its readers on a thousand-year theological journey that can be likened to a movie consisting of nine major episodes. Anyone who enters the movie theater in the middle of the showing of a film may find the scene on display of interest—like watching a preview of some ‘coming attractions.’ Yet the viewer knows that the full story can only be understood when one views the film from the beginning to the end.”
I read Watership Down over forty years ago or so.
The edition I read had a cover like the one pictured here.
It was an evocative piece of fantasy fiction. About rabbits.
Far cooler than Harry Potter.
There was an animated movie that featured Art Garfunkel’s song Bright Eyes.
I even remember an episode of The Goodies that spoofed its plot.
It’s author, Richard Adams died at the age of 96. Hardly an untimely victim of the curse of 2016.
The website dedicated to the book, and Adams’ other works published this quote from Watership Down in a post confirming his death:
‘It seemed to Hazel that he would not be needing his body any more, so he left it lying on the edge of the ditch, but stopped for a moment to watch his rabbits and to try to get used to the extraordinary feeling that strength and speed were flowing inexhaustibly out of him into their sleek young bodies and healthy senses.
“You needn’t worry about them,” said his companion. “They’ll be alright – and thousands like them.”’
This happens to me a lot.
(image appropriated from internet)
I love the smell of books.