Some of you long time readers may recall that I’ve been a character in a sci-fi series. I was even killed… at least once. If that isn’t a motivation to read them, I don’t know what is.
I became a ongoing character in Chris Kennedy‘s zany series after he reached out to people to sign up to be “Red Shirts” in his books: basically cannon fodder whom he would name but then shamelessly kill off, just as the “Red Shirts” in Star Trek seem not to last beyond the 4th minute of the first segment. I told him, “I can’t be a Red Shirt, but I can be a BLACK Shirt!” He took me up on it. Subsequently, I have some great lines and I get to kill really evil aliens. Sure, I die… at least once. But I’m not dead, yet.
At any rate, I’ve been exchanging emails with the author of those rollicking fun books about our mutual writing projects and disciplines. In solidarity, I should give him a shout for a new book and series he is working on. I haven’t read it yet.
NB: I’m not in that one, btw. Frankly, I don’t have a clue. However, Chris is an upstanding guy, an officer and a gentleman. I don’t think he would clue me in on something that I couldn’t share. That said, Kennedy’s books are fun. They aren’t Heinlein. They aren’t Azimoz. They are more like… The Magificent Seven meet Star Gate.
Mary is, of course, as Il Poeta calls her “the daughter of her Son”.
This little 2006 book was originally in French. The writers is a Benedictine monk of Solesmes who is now Abbot of Quarr. In the preface we read:
“There are some rather bold statements to be found here. Anyone entirely committed to the cause of sixteenth-century Reformers will scarcely find them easy to swallow.”
I’m looking forward to getting into this one. In print, it is a dense 72 pages from the purveyor of high quality Catholic Books, the increasingly indispensable Angelico Press.