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BROKEN ANGEL Review

08/25/2008 Posted by jlesliebooth

BROKEN ANGEL

by Sigmund Brouwer

Brouwer hooks his readers immediately with the mystery of Caitlyn’s birth. Although the lump on her back is easily recognized, you are left with the second mystery of how it came to be there. We are taken on a wild get-away before we have time to catch our breath.

Being dyslexic and strictly limited in my sequencing, I found it difficult to keep up with the twists and turns both in characters and topography. It was hard at first to sort out the bad guys and good guys.

The description of Appalachia is very sketchy and you learn its nature more by inference than by description. I came to the conclusion that Mr. Brouwer is as afraid of right wing fundamentalists as Republicans would be of left wing fanatics.

The book is a page turner, as much because you think surely he will clear up the twisted plot as your interest in whether Caitlyn will survive her journey.

More about the two civilizations in tomorrow’s post.

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SCRAPS

08/22/2008 Posted by jlesliebooth

We called him Scraps

That seemed to be mostly what he was. We’d met him down at the mission one night as we volunteered to work the bread line. He sat there in a baggy coat and too-tight jeans – a scrabble of hair that couldn’t rightly be called a beard.

We called him Scraps,

because he’d never give a name. He had these wrinkled up, yellowed papers that looked like they’d been folded at least a thousand times. He would spread them out across the oil cloth and stare at them while he ate.

We called him Scraps,

partly because of those bits of paper. If we tried to talk to him, he’d just shake his head, nod toward the papers and look away. And we’d smile our easy smiles, pat him on the shoulder and walk on.

We called him Scraps.

That seemed mostly what he was. Until one night we sat beside him and read his faded yellow papers. A theater program with a familiar name underlined, newspaper clippings about shows and charity events – that name appeared often. An obituary fluttered from his hand, about a child of three… A page from a bank book lay to one side, the credits at 0, the withdrawals like none we’d ever known.

We called him Scraps

because that’s the way his life was and he wouldn’t give a name. When we pointed to the one we thought he owned, he shook his head and, before he turned away, we saw his eyes fill. Sometimes we’d see him on the street, shuffling along with his life in a beat-up backpack. Once in a while he’d pick up a scrap of paper someone had discarded, carefully smooth it, fold it and put it with the rest of his life.

We called him Scraps.

We don’t know what God called him.