Tuesday, December 03, 2019

Appreciation …

… On Brian Doyle's Mystical, Genre-Exploding Work | Literary Hub. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

 During his final years, BD bravely bore intimations of an early departure from this life. During the same years he experienced ever more frequent visitations of what I can only call epiphanic joys. In the last lines of his last book, Eight Whopping Lies and Other Stories of Bruised Grace, BD summons his combined desperation and joy when he does not merely quote but lives  à Kempis’s recommended imitation, making Jesus’s words in the Gospel of Thomas his own, praying to become, as a posthumous mystery, an unending prayer for his family. What greater gift can a mortal father possibly offer?
Meister Eckhart, by the way, was never excommunicated. A 1992 letter from the Vatican to the Master of Dominicans explains: “We tried to have the censure lifted on Eckhart [...] and were told that there was really no need since he had never been condemned by name, just some propositions which he was supposed to have held, and so we are perfectly free to say that he is a good and orthodox theologian.”

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