I’m so tired of all these women dying. I’ve nearly lost track of them, first it was Helen, then Emma, Alyona and Lizaveta, Anna, Eustacia, and now Lily. Why? Why must we read so much tragedy? Why the death? What’s wrong with a happy ending once in a while?
Then I stumbled across this article in my facebook newsfeed. Friends, it’s worth the read (it even mentions three of our authors.) The subject is tragedy. The context is Christian worship. The backdrop is our life.
If you only click on one external link today, I encourage you to choose the one above. You can even leave the arguments about worship behind, but I’d love to know what you think about the tragedy vs. entertainment question.
Is our WEM reading list reminding you that we live in the valley of the shadow of death? Is it drawing you face to face with the world of iniquity from which we would rather shield our minds? Are the authors and their sin-filled worlds making you cling firmly to the Author of creation? Is the despair of the characters wakening a vision of the evil that surrounds us outside the pages of fiction? Or, are the novels a source of pacification and escapism? Are the classics entertaining? Should the classics be entertaining?