Ole P&G, probably the most famous of G. Greene's Catholic novels. I have to say I tried to read it once, after a diet of about 3 of his novels, and I just couldn't read more than a few pages. That's a sign to give an author a rest, I think.
Well, seems I've rested. After finishing (thankfully) grim Brighton Rock, I started Greene's The Heart of the Matter today, and I love the tired colonial 1940's atmosphere. The intro essay by James Wood in the 2004 ed. of this book fails to take into account the change in the Church's teaching on suicide--a crux of the book-- since Vatican II (1962-65). The Church now holds "We should not despair of the eternal salvation of persons who have taken their own lives. By ways known to him alone, God can provide the opportunity for salutary repentence." CCC2283
Seems that Greene did have a prophetic voice.
OH OW OH
This morning I was writing a poem for my daughter's baby shower using the Compose feature on Hotmail, and I stupidly clicked away to find another feature--and, of course if you have Hotmail, you know what happened. I LOST EVERYTHING I had written. I quickly jotted down whatever I could remember in my notebook, but, you know- -that magic part where something happens in there I just couldn't somehow retrieve. So, straining to stay positive, I put the thing away till tomorrow. And this time I'll use Word.
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