Monday, July 31, 2006

Sigrid Undset's Kristin's Lavransdatter

Sorry I love quotes and find it hard to cut them down. (Spoiler included in this post)

A quote by Sigrid Undset who converted to Catholicism:

"By degrees my knowledge of history convinced me that the only thoroughly sane people, of our civilization at least, seemed to be those queer men and women the Catholic Church calls Saints. They seemed to know the true explanation of man's undying hunger for happiness - his tragically insufficient love of peace, justice, and goodwill to his fellow men, his everlasting fall from grace. Now it occurred to me that there might possibly be some truth in the original Christianity.

"But if you desire to know the truth about anything, you always run the risk of finding it. And in a way we do not want to find the Truth - we prefer to seek and keep our illusions. But I had ventured too near the abode of truth in my researches about 'God's friends,' as the Saints are called in the Old Norse texts of Catholic times. So I had to submit. And on the first of November, 1924, I was received into the Catholic Church."

Brian and I want to make a habit of reflecting on the books we read rather than just moving on to the next book or event in our life. Although the task is often difficult to start, I always find it rewarding for both my mind and soul. As I am a little rusty in this area, I figured that something is better than nothing. We'll see who gets their post up first as Brian just finished an Isaac Asimov book.

Kristin Lavransdatter was written by Sigrid Undset, and I would put it in the historical fiction category. It was finished in 1922 and takes place in 14th Century Norway.

First, I read this book twice- once in the older translation and once in the new. During my first reading of the book I was enthralled with the passionate love story between Kristin and Erlend. I was reading as fast as I could to find out what would happen to these characters. I have to admit I often skipped chucks of the book because I wanted to know how things turned out. I actually almost stopped reading the book after Erlend's death because I wondered what else could possibly be as exciting. Also, the older translation of the book was sometimes hard to read, especially when trying to decipher the political views and leaders of the time. I read that the newer translation was easier to read and truer to the original. After reading both translations, I think the newer translation is definitely better. I was able to follow the political events as well as other characters when reading this translation. Granted I had the benefit of having read the book through once, but I still think the newer translation is a better read. Plus you can get the newer copy on Amazon.com for only $16.00!

So how do you start to evaluate and reflect on a 1,100 page book??? Well obviously I can't look into every aspect of the book- especially on a blog! Some interesting comparisons might be Fru Aashild and Kristin Lavransdatter also Ragnfrid; Erlend and Simon; ancient superstitions and folklore vs. Catholicism, etc... I could also explore how Undset uses nature in her novel. You could write a paper on each of these topics. I think what I would rather explore though is the reality of life (or sin) as portrayed in this novel.

I will never forget a talk I heard my freshman year of college. A pastor named Tom Nelson gave a talk on marriage. He basically said that marriage is a sinner marrying a sinner giving birth to sin. He went on to talk about the difficulties that occur in marriage and why girls who have grown up their whole lives waiting for prince charming and thinking that marriage is a fairy tale- need to stop thinking this way (well at least that is what I took away from the talk). This was honestly the first time I ever heard this before. Also in our marriage counseling, Pastor Rick Bourque stated that it was his job during our times together to convince us of how incredibly difficult marriage was so that when we actually were married we would think it wasn't "that bad."

I think Undset is trying to express a similar idea in her book. Kristin and Erlend have an intriguing, passionate romance that blinds them from their sin and the obstacles standing in the way of their perfect life in the garden lasting no more than basically one night.

It was late at night, and the bonfires were mere mounds of glowing embers that grew dimmer and dimmer. Kristin and Erlend stood hand in hand beneath the trees by the garden fence... A remnant of the day's hot, spicy scent wafted toward them, muted and damp with the coolness of the dew. The night was quite dark, the sky hazy gray with clouds above the treetops... Erlend pressed the maiden to him once and asked in a whisper, "You're not afraid, are you Kristin?" Suddenly she vaguely remembered the world outside this night- it was madness. But she was so blissfully robbed of all power. She leaned closer to the man and whispered faintly; she didn't know herself what she said. They reached the end of the path; there was a stone fence along the edge of the woods. Erlend helped her up. As she was about to jump down to the other side, he caught her and held her in his arms for a moment before he set her down in the grass. She stood there with her face raised and received his kiss. He placed his hands at her temples. She thought it so wonderful to feel his fingers sinking into her hair, and then she put her hands up to his face and tried to kiss him the way he had kissed her... He pulled her down into the grass under the bushes; they sat with their backs against the stone fence. Kristin said not a word, but when he stopped caressing her, she raised her hand and touched his face. After a moment Erlend asked, "Are you tired, dear Kristin?" And when she leaned against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her and whispered, "Sleep, Kristin, sleep here with me." She slipped deeper and deeper to the darkness and the warmth and the joy at his chest.

This is the perfect night for Erlend and Kristin, and they end it with a pledge to never take another in their arms again. Sounds so romantic, yet there is more to the story. Kristin is living in a convent and is pledged to marry another man, Simon Andresson, while Erlend has quite a past and two bastard children with another man's wife- further this woman is still alive and wants to marry Erlend when her husband dies- and even further, he has promised he would! Yet when reading about this night all I want to do is believe that it is possible for them to live happily ever after- forever. Unfortunately, that is not how life works. If Kristin had been one of my friends I would surely agree with Ingebjorg and counsel- "You ought to be a little more careful about that young man, Kristin. Do you think Simon Andresson would like it if you befriended him?"

But the damage is done, and Kristin will never turn back. Once married the reality of life and the consequences of their sin start to make themselves at home in their lives.

Now she once again sat alone with Erlend in the evenings, and there was not much companionship in him. He would sit over by the hearth, say a few words now and then, take a drink from the ale bowl, and play with his dogs. He would go over to the bench and stretch out- asking a couple of times whether she was coming soon, and then he'd fall asleep... Now that Erlend was asleep she no longer tried to hold back her tears. There was not a sound in the hall except the firewood collapsing in the hearth and the dogs stirring. Sometimes she wondered what they had talked about before, she and Erlend. But then they hadn't talked much- they had had other things to do in those brief stolen hours together.

This all happens of course after he had proclaimed in the garden, "You I could never hurt. Don't ever weep a single tear for my sake. I never thought a maiden could be as good as you are, my Kristin..."

And Kristin doesn't turn out to be as good as Erlend thought on this night.

Erlend was greatly annoyed that his wife refused to accompany him anywhere... And by constantly sitting indoors, brooding and worrying over his misdeeds, she had grown weary and pale. It was during Christmas season that fierce quarrels erupted between them. But this time Erlend didn't come and apologize for his bad temper, as he had in the past. Until now, whenever they had disagreements, he had always believed that he was to blame. Kristin was good, she was always right; if he felt uncomfortable and bored at home, then it must be because it was his nature to grow weary of what was good and right if he had too much of it. But this summer he had noticed more than once that his father-in-law had sided with him and seemed to think Kristin was lacking in wifely gentleness and tolerance. It occurred to him that she was overly sensitive about petty matters and reluctant to forgive him for minor offenses which he had committed with no ill intent. He would always beg her forgiveness after taking time to reflect, and she would say that she forgave him. But afterwards he could she that it was simply stored away, not forgotten.

Erlend and Kristin's relationship is a sinner marrying a sinner giving birth to sin (8 sons to be exact). Towards the end of the book, Kristin acknowledges, "She felt now as if he had worn her out. She had neither the youth nor the courage to live with him any longer, and she would probably never grow so old that Erlend couldn't play with her heart. Not young enough to have the strength to live with him; not old enough to have patience with him. She had become a miserable woman; no doubt that was what she had always been. Simon was right."

And it is not only in this relationship that Undset portrays the reality of the fall, but in many other disappointments, deaths, murders, betrayals, separations, imprisonments, etc. in the novel. Simon wishes he would have been more prepared for this aspect of life when he reflects, "It was too bad their father hadn't given them advice on how to forget as well- when the friendship was broken and the honor dead and the faithfulness a sin and a secret, disgraceful torment, and there was nothing left of the bond but the bleeding wound that would never heal."

Also as Kristin reflects on her life in The Cross, “Then it occurred to Kristin Lavransdatter in a new way that the interpreters of God’s words were right. Life on this earth was irredeemably tainted by strife; in this world, wherever people mingled, producing new descendants, allowing themselves to be drawn together by physical love and loving their own flesh, sorrows of the heart and broken expectations were bound to occur as surely as the frost appears in the autumn. Both life and death would separate friends in the end, as surely as the winter separates the tree from its leaves.”

So from these quotes, I conclude that the life of Kristin Lavransdatter is pretty complicated and messed up, yet not with out joy. Kristin definitely had some “garden” moments in the book, and there is a final redemption for her at the end of the book…

It seemed to her a mystery that she could not comprehend, but she was certain that God had held her firmly in a pact which had been made for her, without her knowing it, from a love that had been poured over her- and in spite of her willfulness, in spite of her melancholy, earthbound heart, some of that love had stayed inside her, had worked on her like sun on the earth, had driven forth a crop that neither the fiercest fire of passion nor its stormiest anger could completely destroy. She had been a servant of God- a stubborn, defiant maid, most often an eye-servant in her prayers and unfaithful in her heart, indolent and neglectful, impatient toward admonishments, inconstant in her deeds. And yet He had held her firmly in His service…”

May God hold us firmly in His service in the midst of this fallen world!

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Jenny and Carla visit #2

pregnant Mary in front of the house
Jenny, Mary, and Carla at Spanky's in Chapel Hill
Brian and Mary at Spanky's
Mary and Jenny at Duke Gardens
Mary at Duke Gardens
Carla and Jenny at Duke

Mary and Jenny at Duke

Carla stops to smell the lilies!

Jenny and Carla's visit June 9-13th

Carla, Mary and Jenny at Mary's baby shower
Happy Birthday Jenny!!!!


Pregnant Mary at Duke Gardens

Jenny and Carla at Rudino's right before Brian locked Jenny out of the car. See Jenny's June 21st post for more details... http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=jennyzichi

Aunt Anne, Jenny, and mom at Mary's baby shower.

Friday, July 14, 2006

Preparing for Hannah

On Wednesday we took a tour of the University of North Carolina hospital. It is really nice!!! There is even a little bed for Brian to sleep in. I have been going to the UNC Midwives http://www.med.unc.edu/obgyn/about_us_midw.html , and so far they have been GREAT! Hannah's due date is August 6th, so we will see what happens. I have a list of things to put together for the hospital, so I should do that some time soon.

After much thought and discussion we chose the name Hannah. It sounds sweet, is in the Bible, and means "grace of god". I am sure that we will be able to be good parents only by the grace of God, so that is fitting. Her middle name was going to be Sophia- wisdom in Greek (actually I wanted that to be her first name, but Brian thinks it sounds spanish), but we decided on Jo after Brian's grandmother. His grandmother is such a wonderful woman and helped raised Brian when he was growing up. We wanted to honor her, and we also hope some of Grandma's wonderful qualities will develop in Hannah.

But just to clarify, we are calling her Hannah. Hannah Jo is entirely too southern, and we don't want that:)

The prayer of Hannah in the Bible

And Hannah prayed and said, "My heart exults in the LORD; my strength is exalted in the LORD. My mouth derides my enemies, because I rejoice in your salvation. "There is none holy like the LORD; there is none besides you; there is no rock like our God. Talk no more so very proudly, let not arrogance come from your mouth; for the LORD is a God of knowledge, and by him actions are weighed. The bows of the mighty are broken, but the feeble bind on strength. Those who were full have hired themselves out for bread, but those who were hungry have ceased to hunger. The barren has borne seven, but she who has many children is forlorn. The LORD kills and brings to life; he brings down to Sheol and raises up. The LORD makes poor and makes rich; he brings low and he exalts. He raises up the poor from the dust; he lifts the needy from the ash heap to make them sit with princes and inherit a seat of honor. For the pillars of the earth are the LORD's, and on them he has set the world.

"He will guard the feet of his faithful ones, but the wicked shall be cut off in darkness, for not by might shall a man prevail. The adversaries of the LORD shall be broken to pieces; against them he will thunder in heaven.The LORD will judge the ends of the earth; he will give strength to his king and exalt the power of his anointed."

Monday, July 10, 2006

More Personification -- The Universe is Saying Something

Is the universe silent? Does it hold its tongue, keeping the secret of its existence locked up forever? Does it torment us with its eternal empty stare, or does it laugh at us when we shout back, longing for answers when none are given?

A quote from one of my favorite Psalms:

The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.

There is no speech or language
where their voice is not heard.

Their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.

(Psalm 19:1-4)

Here is, perhaps, one of the most beautiful personifications in all of the Bible. It's not unlike the quote from my last post (Job 38) where the starry host is depicted as singing for joy at the creation of the world.

In this Psalm, the heavens are certainly not silent. They are communicating something, and they are communicating in such a way, says the Psalmist, that everyone on the earth can clearly understand what they are saying. It doesn't matter what language we speak, we can hear what the universe is telling us. This communication is persistent -- it is "day to day" and "night after night". The universe is relentlessly telling us something.

What is it telling us?

Simple. It's telling us that whoever made it is really, really cool. It's proclaiming His glory. It's shouting out, with every breath, the amazing nature of God.

Like C.S. Lewis discovered when he read "Phantastes", the universe is alive, and it is not silent.

Paul certainly thought so. In Romans he mentions this at least twice. In chapter 1, he says that the godless are "without excuse" because they "suppress the truth ... since what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them."

In Romans 10, he quotes the Psalm above:

But I ask: Did they not hear? Of course they did: "Their voice has gone out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world."

(Romans 10:18)

In this passage, Paul argues from Psalm 19, that all the world has heard the message of the universe. There is no one that has failed to hear the witness of the universe.

Another of the most beautiful personifications in the Bible is spoken by Jesus, in Luke 19. In this passage, Jesus is on his way to Jerusalem, riding a donkey, as the crowds begin to gather around him and worship him.

As he went along, people spread their cloaks on the road. When he came near the place where the road goes down the Mount of Olives, the whole crowd of disciples began joyfully to praise God in loud voices for all the miracles they had seen: "Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord!"

Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Jesus, "Teacher, rebuke your disciples!"

"I tell you," he replied, "if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out."

(Luke 19:36-40)

This is very powerful imagery, and somehow it resonates with me deeply. As I read it, I can imagine all of the universe just quivering with excitement that God's plan of redemption is unfolding as Jesus rides to Jerusalem. What God asks of the stones seems too much -- he asks them to hold their peace, to refrain from shouting out in their exuberant joy. It seems an impossible task, because the stones, along with the rest of creation, are panting for redemption. If the people don't praise Jesus, they won't be able to take it anymore. They must cry out -- someone has to! It is too precious a thing to be taken for granted. It must be known and proclaimed.

The scientist among us scowls at these remarks. "That's just poetic language. It's not really true," he says. Ah, but Jesus is speaking about a truth that is deeper than science. This truth is beyond literal fact; it is soul-truth.

In Romans 8, Paul crystallizes this idea, and takes it a few steps further:

I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.

The creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be revealed. For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God. We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time.

Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies.

(Romans 8:18-23)

Here, the personification works in the reverse. Modern readers might prefer the passage to read the other way around: "We wait eagerly for our redemption, and the universe also waits for its redemption." If we were simply projecting our experience onto the world around us, we should expect the passage to read that way. But, no, the passage is reversed: "The universe has been waiting for its redemption, and so are we."

I don't think this ordering is an accident. Paul's personification is more than a literary device; it's a truth in its own right. The universe was waiting for its redemption long before we started waiting for ours. This is no projection of our experience onto the universe. Rather, it is we who relate to the universe's experience!

The universe is really longing; the stones really want to shout their joy; and the heavens are really declaring the glory of God. This is Biblical personification, and I think it's hitting on something more real and more true than anything the language of literalism can describe.

Thoughts on Personification

Can you find all the personifications in the following text?
Then the LORD answered Job out of the storm. He said: "Who is this that darkens my counsel with words without knowledge? Brace yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer me. Where were you when I laid the earth's foundation? Tell me, if you understand. Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know! Who stretched a measuring line across it? On what were its footings set, or who laid its cornerstone -- while the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy? Who shut up the sea behind doors when it burst forth from the womb, when I made the clouds its garment and wrapped it in thick darkness, when I fixed limits for it and set its doors and bars in place, when I said, 'This far you may come and no farther; here is where your proud waves halt'"

(Job 38:1-11)

Ever since I read "Surprised by Joy" (C.S. Lewis) last year, I've been fascinated by the device of personification.

In high school English class, we all learned that personification is a "literary device" whereby the author attributes human qualities to something inanimate or non-human.

For example: "The clouds breathed a sigh of relief after the heavy rain." The personification, in this case, gives the clouds a personality -- it brings us beyond the objective fact (i.e. the clouds no longer hold the density of water that they previously did) and into a world where clouds have thoughts and feelings. The personification helps us visualize the clouds reacting the way we might react in a similar situation. That is, if we were clouds, we might feel happy after a heavy rain. We can all relate, of course. When my bladder is full, I'm quite relieved and happy to empty it.

As a literary device, personification can be very, very effective. And I can't help but wonder -- why? Why do we, as human beings, feel the need to project our own experience of the world onto our surroundings? Does it help us make sense out of it all?

(If I were a psychologist, by the way, I think it would be an interesting study to undertake. What areas of the brain are stimulated by personification? What other experiences stimulate those same areas? My hypothesis is that it would stimulate the same pleasure centers that are active when someone figures out a puzzle, makes a connection, or otherwise makes sense out of something that didn't make sense beforehand. The brain loves to understand and make sense out of the world, and it has a tendency to "reward" itself when a connection is made.)

It's a deceptively complex question. Why do we find it pleasurable and sensible to project human qualities onto the world around us?

My simple answer: Personification is much, much more than a mere literary device. It's something that corresponds deeply to the way we understand the world. Personification happens in our deepest parts, in our souls. There's a "truth" in personification that runs against the stream of scientism in our society. In fact, the personification is often much more true than the counterpart scientific statement.

For example, which of the following statements is more true?
(a) The sea is calm tonight.
(b) The tidal waves are 30% smaller tonight than the average of historical measurements.
(check one)

Our society has sold us a lie. What lie? The lie that everything boils down to matter and energy. After all, that's what Einstein's general relativity tells us, right? Anybody remember "e = mc^2" from physics class?) EVERYTHING is essentially particles and energy. That includes the sun, the moon, the grass, you, me, everything. We are little more than walking solar systems -- my body is a big collection of cells in orbit, interacting with each other in complex ways to give the illusion of meaning and intelligence.

Why do we rebel? Why do we insist on drawing connections between the conscious and the unconscious? Why do we refuse to live in a world that is governed strictly by physical interactions?

Surprisingly, this very question enraptured C.S. Lewis. In fact, it was one of the strongest factors in his conversion to Christianity. (To understand fully, you would have to read "Surprised by Joy".) Lewis was drawn to fantasy literature -- mythology, fairy stories, Norse folk-legends. One day he picked up a book called "Phantastes" by George MacDonald. Later, he wrote this:

It must be more than thirty years ago that I bought... Phantastes. A few hours later I knew that I had crossed a great frontier. I had already been waist deep in Romanticism, and likely enough, at any moment, to flounder into its darker and more evil forms, slithering down the steep descent that leads from the love of strangeness to that of eccentricity and thence to that of perversity... What it actually did to me was to convert, even to baptise (that was where the Death came in) my imagination. It did nothing to my intellect nor (at that time) to my conscience... the quality which had enchanted me in his imaginative works turned out to be the quality of the real universe, the divine, magical, terrifying and ecstatic reality in which we all live."

(foreword by C. S. Lewis to Lilith by George MacDonald)

C.S.Lewis had found a secret. The universe is alive.

He had finally discovered what he always knew to be true. His intellect and his education had protected him from the truth. For him, the truth had been shrouded in a cloak of modernism and scientism.

No, the "real universe" is a "divine, magical, terrifying and ecstatic reality in which we all live". The universe of scientism is a false universe. The "real universe" is one in which personification makes perfect sense to us. Even when our intellects fail us, our souls know the truth. That's why personification is found throughout our literature, and, indeed, throughout everything that we do. We not only write in personification; we think, communicate, and reason using this same device.

Personification is more than mere "projection". In some sense, we are not "projecting" anything. We are describing the world as it really is, with at least as much truthfulness as science could ever hope to communicate.

Currently Reading-Kristin Lavransdatter

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0143039164/104-0611184-6642350?n=283155

Upon the happy occasion of our marriage, our good friends at Eastside Community Church threw us a book shower. At the shower Sandra Hendricks gave me the older translation of Kristin's Lavransdatter which has been sitting on our bookshelf for two years now. After finishing reading the older translation of the book last month, I checked out the newer translation of the book from the library- which is a little easier to read and is suppose to be truer to the original text.

In preparation to giving birth next month, I am including an excerpt from the book- which I would strongly recommend reading. I hope my labor goes a little better than hers:)

"One of you must come and hold her,' she said, weeping. "We have no more strength. You must go to her, Gunnulf. There's no telling how this will end." Gunnulf stood up and tucked his prayer book inside his belt pouch. "You must come too, Erlend," said the woman.

A raw and broken howl met him in the doorway. Erlend stopped and shivered. He caught a glimpse of Kristin's contorted , unrecognizable face among the sobbing women. She was on her knees, and they were supporting her. Over by the door several servant women were kneeling at the benches; they were praying loudly and steadily. He threw himself down next to them and his his head in his arms. She screamed and screamed, and each time he felt himself freeze with incredulous horror. It couldn't possibly be like this.

He ventured to glance in her direction. Now Gunnulf was sitting on a stool in front of her and holding her under the arms. Fru Gunna was kneeling at her side, with her arms around Kristin's waist, but Kristin was fighting her, frightened to death, and trying to push the other woman away.

"Oh no, oh no, let me go- I can't do it- God, God help me..."...

Then, after a long, mad howl of terror, everything fell silent. Erlend heard the women rushing around; he didn't want to look up. Then he heard someone weeping loudly and he cringed again, not wanting to know.

Then Kristin shrieked once more- a piercing, wild cry of lament that didn't sound like the insane, inhuman animal cries of before. Erlend leaped up.

Gunnulf was bending down and holding on to Kristin, who was still on her knees. She was staring with deathly horror at something Fru Gunna was holding in a sheepskin. The raw and dark red shape looked like nothing more than the entrails from a slaughtered beast.

The priest pulled her close.

"Dear Kristin- you have given birth to as fine and handsome a son as any mother should thank God for- and he's breathing!"







Saturday, July 01, 2006

Blueberry Picking

Mary and Erin picking blueberries- five minutes from our house!! Can't get any better than that.

Danielle and Don visit






We had a wonderful time with Danielle and Don this weekend. Julia is the cutest thing in the entire world. We went to Duke Gardens/chapel, Mapel View Farms, Fuddruckers, Ruth's Chris (yum) with Danielle's parents, walked around our lake, hung out, and BBQed. What a fun weekend! Now we are off to Waynesville for a short visit with Mary's parents.