Divine dissolution
Aug. 5th, 2003 06:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mayhap"Wild claims to be an atheist largely for musical reasons, having at age ten asked his mother how there could be a God when the organist at their local church in Pittsburgh was so lousy." (more on him in this article)
Snerk. Reminds me of my distant youth when contemporary Christian media was, if not the only thing on the menu, certainly a staple of consumption. My mother was more likely to actually purchase GodlyTM books, for one, making it rather worth my while to browse the Christian book store or that Christian book catalogue. I read a fair number more dull, repetitive and hamhanded books than I would otherwise have done (I think that otherwise the Baby-Sitter's Club books would have filled this niche by themselves, which would have been more than sufficient). I also did not discover any form of popular music (hereby defined as "anything other than hymns or, and I shudder to think upon them, praise and worship choruses") until I was fifteen, so I have by and large given up hope being familiar with all the music everyone else is.
Somewhere along the line I had the same epiphany, although I was neither so precocious nor so flippant about it, at least not at the time. I have been known to use "Christian music made me an atheist" line more recently. It's just so bone-crushingly bad...
Not before I had written many, many pages of highly dull, formulaic and derivative juvenile Christian mysteries, and I mean all of those things in the worst possible way, unfortunately. Sadly, I think if I had finished them instead of eventually dumping them in a box that they would be publishable in the Christian fiction market. Incidentally, one of my main frustrations was that, dull and lifeless as they were, one thing my characters were quite spirited about was their refusal to enter into any spiritual subplots. "Shut up and let me get back to looking for counterfeiters," they kept saying. I could hardly blame them, and yet I still harbored a lingering concern over their souls, even though, properly speaking, they did not actually have any.
Snerk. Reminds me of my distant youth when contemporary Christian media was, if not the only thing on the menu, certainly a staple of consumption. My mother was more likely to actually purchase GodlyTM books, for one, making it rather worth my while to browse the Christian book store or that Christian book catalogue. I read a fair number more dull, repetitive and hamhanded books than I would otherwise have done (I think that otherwise the Baby-Sitter's Club books would have filled this niche by themselves, which would have been more than sufficient). I also did not discover any form of popular music (hereby defined as "anything other than hymns or, and I shudder to think upon them, praise and worship choruses") until I was fifteen, so I have by and large given up hope being familiar with all the music everyone else is.
Somewhere along the line I had the same epiphany, although I was neither so precocious nor so flippant about it, at least not at the time. I have been known to use "Christian music made me an atheist" line more recently. It's just so bone-crushingly bad...
Not before I had written many, many pages of highly dull, formulaic and derivative juvenile Christian mysteries, and I mean all of those things in the worst possible way, unfortunately. Sadly, I think if I had finished them instead of eventually dumping them in a box that they would be publishable in the Christian fiction market. Incidentally, one of my main frustrations was that, dull and lifeless as they were, one thing my characters were quite spirited about was their refusal to enter into any spiritual subplots. "Shut up and let me get back to looking for counterfeiters," they kept saying. I could hardly blame them, and yet I still harbored a lingering concern over their souls, even though, properly speaking, they did not actually have any.
