Belief in God?

I asked Nancy that question recently. Her response: "If God doesn't exist, then how did we get here?" That's a useful way to phrase the question, because it helped me to articulate my own belief: God as depicted in The Bible is not necessarily the same thing as the creator of the universe, if there was one. I'm not sure about a creator, as I'll explain. 

Begin with the question: was the universe created, or has it always existed? Some (including Plato's Timaeus) would say that it must have been created, because it exists, and nothing can exist unless it is first created. I can accept the possibility of a creator. 

But a true creator -- a force that set creation in motion but was not itself created by anything --- would be an entity totally beyond our understanding. Maybe not even an entity at all. A force that acted, but was not acted upon? It's hard to even think about it. As Timaeus said, the father of all this (if there is one) is beyond our knowledge.

But assuming there was a creator, I have difficulty reconciling that entity with the God presented in The Hebrew Bible and The New Testament. 

I refer now to the God that spoke directly to early Biblical figures and intervened in human affairs; expects us worship him ("Praise ye the Lord", as the Anglican service puts it); who expects us to obey his commandments, and punishes us if we don't; who loves us and has a plan for us all; who sent his son Jesus to us and then took him away to atone for man's sins.

I struggle with the idea that the sort of creator I'm talking about would do such things. Such a creator would be so different from us that it might not even be aware of mankind, let alone bother to watch over and judge us.

I am aware that I'm applying human concepts to something that, if it exists, is beyond our understanding. As theologians tell us, it's a mistake to try to apply logic and reasoning to what is essentially a matter of faith. 

Still, I have to believe that the God of The Bible and other monotheistic religions is a man-made concept. It must have emerged as an attempt to answer the deepest questions. Why does the world appear as it does? Intelligent design, or evolution? How did all this come to be? Was it created? I never will know the answers, nor will any human being. The questions are too vast. They are beyond our capabilities.

There is much value and wisdom to be found in The Bible and the sayings of Jesus, and The Torah, and no doubt other religions as well. As well as some very eloquent writing. But I am left with little faith, just a series of questions. As I've said before, I do pray in times of crisis. But I'm not sure anyone is listening.

Valerie Leon: Signed Photos

This English actress is one of the reasons I like the "Carry On" films from Ealing Studios. Who could forget her in "Carry On Again Doctor?" She’s also a former Bond girl. And of course, the star of "Blood From The Mummy’s Tomb." 

For 20 pounds sterling, she’ll send you a signed photo with a “customized message" of your choice. Clever girl. Do I dare to order one of her photos? I envision it in my basement man-cave, near the pool table, bearing a customized message: “Darling…. All of my love, Val."

Valerie Leon and Jim Dale in "Carry On Again Doctor"

The Lincoln Highway by Amor Towles

 

My rating: 2 of 5 stars

Every so often, I read a book simply because it has been on The New York Times bestseller list for a long time. The presumption is that if a book has been highly successful, and the capsule description doesn't put me off, there'a a better-than-average chance I'll enjoy it. This book is the exception to that rule. For reasons I can't quite put my finger on, it didn't appeal to me. It struck me as artificial, the situations and characters as contrived. I did read it to the end, though. I don't like to abandon a book partway through.

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Monkey Pox

My cold or Covid or whatever it is has turned into a deep cough that is, in clinical terms, “productive.” I had a teleconference appointment with a doctor this afternoon. It’s not my usual doctor, and not the usual way of visiting a doctor. This will be a teleconference with a “resident” who looks to be younger than our daughter. The practice is so busy that a resident is the best they can offer. 

Because of my symptoms, they wouldn’t let me come into the doctor's office. It’s not Monkey Pox. I am not plagued with itchy, scabby sores that crack open and ooze pus when you pick them. 

As I envision the pox spectrum, Monkey Pox sounds more disgusting than chicken pox, but perhaps not as dangerous as smallpox. With respect to size, I'm not sure whether a monkey pox is larger than a chicken pox. Some monkeys are smaller than chickens. Others are larger.

Back On My Feet Again

 Suffering with a wicked cold, I've devised a three-point plan for my recovery. 

1. Get my strength back
2. Get back on my feet 
3. Get back to 100%

This makes perfect sense to me. How can a man be said to function at 100%, if he isn't standing on his own two feet? And of course, you can't get back on your feet until you get your strength back. 

The Gospel According to John

Having completed my reading of The Gospel According to John (The New Oxford Annotated Bible, New Standard Revised Version), I have to say something about the numerous passages that blame Jews for the persecution and death of Jesus. I've decided to list the most egregious and allow readers to decide for themselves whether or not these are the roots of the anti-Semitism that plagues our society to this day.

• 5:16 - 18. "Therefore the Jews started persecuting Jesus, because he was doing such things on the sabbath. But Jesus answered them, 'My Father is still working, and I also am working.' For this reason the Jews were seeking all the more to kill him, because he was not only breaking the sabbath, but was also calling God his father, thereby making himself equal to God." 
• 7:1. "He [Jesus] did not wish to go about in Judea because the Jews were looking for an opportunity to kill him." 
• 11:53. "So from that day forward they planned to put him to death." 
• 19:15. "They [the Jews] cried out, "Away with him! Away with him! Crucify him!"

Taking these words at face value, it is impossible to escape the conclusion that the author(s) of The Gospel According to John are telling us that Jews were responsible for Jesus' death. There's more of the same in The Gospel According to Matthew. See Matthew 12:14, 26:3, 26:59, and all of 27. 

Raised in the Episcopal faith, I was never taught that Jews were Christ-killers. This was never mentioned at all in the religious education that lead to my confirmation, nor in any church service I attended. But now that I have read The Gospel According to John word for word, I am disillusioned to say the least. 

I've been told that it's not right for an untrained person to pluck a couple of statements from the Bible and try to understand them. Some say that you shouldn't approach the Bible on your own, because it requires a learned seminarian, or at least the leader of a church Bible study group, to put these statements in a fuller context of church teachings. I don't feel the need to pursue that path. I've seen enough. Those seeking further perspective may want to read Constantine's Sword: The Church and The Jews, A History by James Carroll (2002).

Military-Style Rifle

After the Uvalde TX killings, two Facebook users (one of whom is unknown to me) took me to task for using the phrase "military-style rifle." Apparently there's controversy about that term and others, such as "assault weapon", "assault rifle" and "AR15-style rifle." The firearms industry trade association urges us to call them "modern sporting rifles." 

The Associated Press Style Guide advises newsrooms to avoid controversy by using the term "semi-automatic rifle." Author Philip Caputo used "man-killer" and "street sweeper" in his novel "Horn of Africa." Caputo had first-hand knowledge from the time he spent in Vietnam.

The Second Amendment to the U.S. Constitution refers only to "arms." And, of course, a "well-regulated Militia." The "well-regulated" phrase is often absent from the arguments of those resist gun law reform.

One wonders how we'll ever get sensible gun laws in place if we can't even agree on what to call them.

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Abbott and Costello's Jack and the Beanstalk (1952)

Important news: this “classic” Abbott and Costello film from 1952 is now out on BluRay:  https://www.classicflix.com/blog/2022/04/18/jack-and-the-beanstalk-70th-anniversary-limited-edition-this-july

Important news? Well, it’s important to me, and I shall tell you why. When I was in elementary school, I had a birthday party. The highlight was to be a double feature at the local movie theater: Abbott and Costello Meet Captain Kidd and Abbott and Costello’s Jack and the Beanstalk feature (mentioned above). My dad took me and a few of my friends to The Strand Cinema to see it. 

But at some point before the Jack and the Beanstalk movie started, he announced that we were leaving. I had the strong impression that it was all too much for him to bear.  

On the way out, I protested that we wanted to see Abbott and Costello meet Jack and the Beanstalk. But to no avail. He made us leave anyway. He simply would not, could not, stand any more Abbott and Costello. And that was that. There was a bit of a scene with my mother when we got home and I explained what happened. 

Borderline by Lawrence Block

249 pp. Hard Case Crime/Titan Books. London. 2014. ISBN 978-1-78116-777-9

This is a reprint of a novel originally published in 1961 under the pseudonym Don Holliday. The original title was "Border Lust." But I didn't discover that until I was halfway through it. 

 The Hard Case Crime publishing house markets it as "scorching pulp fiction." But I soon realized that this is material from Block's earliest period. In the late 1950s and early 1960s, he supported himself by writing what is referred to on his web site as "midcentury erotica." This sort of thing has been characterized elsewhere as soft porn for the mass market. I'm at a loss to explain what we'd call it today. 

"Soft porn" seems too harsh.  It's pretty tame by contemporary standards. This makes it something of a curiosity for readers such as myself, who were children back in 1961 and grew up reading Mickey Spillane, Ian Fleming and Playboy magazine. It's racier than Spillane and Fleming, but not "dirty" per se, at least to my way of thinking. So what do we call it? Smut? Filth?  

About halfway through I lost interest in the sex scenes, skimming or bypassing them entirely to see where all this was leading. Setting aside the spicier bits, it's entertaining, pretty well-written for popular fiction, and the plot moves along briskly. The book is only 166 pages in length, so I found it well worth finishing. The "beatnik" slang used by some of the characters sounds, of course, terribly outdated today. But it's interesting too, a relic of a bygone time.

Back in those days, Block wrote 12 to 15 novels a year like this under various pen names just to support himself. Kudos to him for sticking it out until he'd reached the point where he could publish better work under his own name.

N.B. The Hard Case Crime volume includes three of Block's short stories from the same era, one of which is the memorably titled "Stag Party Girl" from the February 1963 issue of "Man's Magazine." More information about the 1961 version, and background about the original publisher, Greenleaf Classics Nightstand Books, can be found at Vintage Greenleaf Classics Books. 

The Pagan God by Javier Teixidor

The Pagan God: Popular Religion in the Greco-Roman Near East 

by Javier Teixidor

The idea of a pagan god has a certain creepy attraction. As everyone knows, pagan gods were not bound by modern standards of polite behavior. One remembers Greek myths featuring randy Zeus, bawdy satyrs chasing shrieking nymphs, Arthur Machen’s story The Great God Pan, and so on. A few pagan gods are even mentioned sparingly in The Bible. I’ve long been curious about them. So I made it my business to read this book.

It’s not written for a general audience. This book is, according to the preface, “an essay on religion in antiquity... an attempt to study the religious elements which late north-western Semitic inscriptions had in common." The time period under discussion encompasses the Persian Empire through the first Christian centuries, or to be precise, the second half of the first millennium B.C. and the first centuries A.D. The book draws heavily on archaeological finds made in the Near East during the one hundred years or so before the book was written in 1977. These include the discovery in 1928 of the ancient city of Ugarit in what is now Syria. Among the ruins, archaeologists found clay tablets written in a then-unknown language. These included a series of stories about the Canaanite god Baal, a "weather god" associated with fertility.

Teixidor maintains that it is not enough to focus on the mystery cults of Orpheus, Dionysis, Isis or Mithras, as these "tell us little about the feelings of the broad masses." He holds that "the common man never rose above his daily prayers, and we may wonder whether the mystery religions were ever the actual creed of the unenlightened faithful...It is in the copious inscriptions produced by the Semites in their own homeland that paramount interest lies" for this author.

Therefore, Teixodor focuses his book on the cult of Baal Shamin (“Lord of Heaven”), the chief god of the Phoenicians, and pagan gods such as El, Bel, and Dagon (or Dagan) worshipped by the Phoenicians, Aramaeans and Arabs. The author holds that the pagan cults were not really religions in the sense we know today, in part because they had no "theological creed such as appears in Judaism or Christianity." Personally, I wonder if that is simply because of the limited source material scholars have to study. The pagan religions were truly old. We may not fully understand them simply because scholars have little to go on except clay tablets, inscriptions on monuments and images on coins. Putting a book like this together must have been a challenge.

Readers will search in vain for an account of how the pagan gods faded away as monotheism took hold. But it's interesting to note that the Baal cult was still prevalent as late as the year 130 AD. One would have thought Christianity was sweeping the globe by then, but apparently that was not yet the case.

N.B. Fans of horror fiction will probably share my view that H.P. Lovecraft borrowed the name of the pagan god Dagon for his short story of the same name, and for his novella “The Shadow Over Innsmouth.”

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Revelator by Daryl Gregory

 

Revelator by Daryl Gregory
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

How much did I like this book? So much that I began it on Wednesday night and finished it (with breaks to sleep) on Friday morning. Except for meals, all other activities were set aside. It's on the horror/fantasy spectrum. If that's to your taste, and/or your family seems dysfunctional, I strongly recommend Revelator.

N.B. This book was one of the Washington Post's best science fiction, horror and fantasy books of 2021. 

Message from Malaga

 

Message from Malaga by Helen MacInnes
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Originally published in 1971, this espionage novel is indeed a "good read." Set in Malaga and Granada on the Costa del Sol, it involves a flamenco dancer (the fiery Tavita), a retired bullfighter (the brooding Esteban) and two American expatriates with connections to the U.S. intelligence service. They work together to help refugees from Castro's Cuba escape to freedom. A high-ranking defector with KGB connections shows up and arrogantly insists on receiving special treatment, endangering everyone.

I gave this one three stars because the dialogue is a bit unnatural at times (the main complaint of The New York Times' reviewer back in 1971). But the descriptions of the exotic setting and brisk pacing of the plot more than compensate for that. I'll definitely read more of MacInnes' work. 

N.B. The book was a commercial success, ranking as one of the top ten U.S. fiction bestsellers in the year of publication.

Fair Warning

Fair Warning by Michael Connelly
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I was pleasantly surprised to find myself enjoying this book. I didn't particularly like my first experience with Connelly's writing, which was one of the early Harry Bosch novels. That one seemed formulaic to me. It didn't compare well with the work of authors such as Hammett, Chandler, or John D. MacDonald, or more contemporary practitioners such as Ruth Rendell, Denise Mina and Tana French. Procedurals don't really interest me any more. 

But in Fair Warning, Connelly chose a journalist as his subject, not a policeman. Perhaps that's why I found this book so satisfying. It has the ring of truth to it. It's an area where Connelly has deep real-world experience, having been a journalist before he became a novelist. The characters were interesting and believable, and the story moves along briskly. An out-of-work newspaper reporter is forced by circumstances to work for a consumer watchdog publication. He stumbles onto an unscrupulous genetic testing firm whose data is being sold on the dark web to creepy involuntary celibate men seeking women who are genetically predisposed to risky behavior such as one-night stands and addiction. And one of the "incels" is a killer.  

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Morgan le Fay

Morgan le Fay, King Arthur’s half-sister (sometimes called Morgana), is involved in the current plot in the Prince Valiant comic strip. 

This creates dramatic tension because Prince Valiant’s wife Aleta is also a powerful enchantress who has described herself as “a witch-queen from the South” and “queen of witches.” Aleta has beef with Morgan le Fay, who has transformed Prince Valiant into a fish-goblin guard in her underwater palace.

Oddly enough, this week a young woman appeared in the shop and showed me her college ID to claim our 10% student discount. The name on the card was “Morgan Fay”, or at least I  thought it was. This led to the following exchange:

Me (incredulously): "Is your name really Morgan Fay???” 

She: “It’s Morgan Ray, but some people call me Morgan le Fay.” 

Me (grinning foolishly): “That’s awesome!"

Sadly, neither looked like Helen Mirren, who played  Morgana in the film Excalibur (1981).

An American Tragedy

by Theodore Dreiser

Library of America, New York 

972 pages. ISBN 978-1-931082-310.

This outstanding novel is based on the true story of the Gillette murder case of 1906. But it's much more than a crime story. 

Clyde Griffiths is a young man from a poor family who seeks to rise in society by attaching himself to people of wealth and power, including his rich uncle. In sharp contrast to his wealthy friends, his impoverished parents are itinerant street preachers who are "wrapped up in evangelizing the world." Yet he has no sense of right and wrong to guide him. 

Published in 1925, certain aspects of the story will seem dated to contemporary readers. But for me that was more than balanced by Dreiser's occasional powerful messages about religion, class, wealth, capitalism (he was a committed socialist) and, most importantly, personal responsibility. 

Dreiser on the religious beliefs of Clyde's parents: "...in some blind, dualistic way she and Asa insisted, as do all religionists, in disassociating God from harm and error and misery, while granting Him nevertheless supreme control."  

Dreiser on capitalism: "There had to be higher and higher social orders to which the lower social classes could aspire. One had to have castes....It was necessary when dealing with the classes and intelligences below one, commercially or financially, to handle them according to the standards to which they were accustomed. And the best of these standards were those which held these lower individuals to a clear realization of how  difficult it was to come by money... It informed and strengthened the minds and spirits of those who were destined to rise. And those who were not should be kept right where they were."

The latter part of the novel seems to shift gears into more straightforward storytelling, with courtroom scenes as compelling as any I've read. Yet here again, Dreiser manages to insert some pointed observations about how law enforcement can be swayed by political considerations.  After all, district attorneys are elected officials.

Muse, Odalisque, Handmaiden

A Girl's Life in the Incredible String Band
By Rose Simpson. Strange Attractor Press. 2020.
264 pages. ISBN 978-1-90-7222672.

I liked the Incredible String Band in the late 1960s. I read this book because I was particularly interested in what part Scientology played in Rose Simpson's departure, and the women's role in the band. Muse, Odalisque, Handmaiden has all that and more. Even if you're not that into the ISB, it's interesting to read of her encounters with The Rolling Stones (minimal), Joan Baez (less than gracious), The Doors, Janis Joplin, Joni Mitchell -- and especially Crosby, Stills and Nash, an encounter which she claims changed her life.

The book is well written. It doesn't follow the approach a journalist or a historian would use. It's more like a series of memories or stories, not strictly arranged in chronological order but well enough organized that you get a sense of how things unfolded. She's quite candid about certain things. For example, she tells us that although she was "part of" the band, and appeared on stage with them, she never felt like a musician. And she describes the elite groupies in the U.S., those that pursued the biggest bands, as "beautiful and intelligent", based on encounters in hotel elevators.

Personally, I found Simpson's account of commune life sad. Clearly she was in love with Mike Heron, but when it came to couples, monogamy was neither expected or followed, and "cottage doors remained open long after we ceased to be exclusively together." It's a life I could never lead. But then, this isn't my memoir. 

A passage I keep coming back to about her commune years: she tells us that in those days they wished for "peace, an end to war and the outrageous exploitations of capitalism." In those days (the late 1960s) capitalism wasn't exactly unbridled in the UK. I wonder what she thinks of British politics today.

I salute Simpson for her honesty, and for having the courage to walk away when her "freedom had been overruled by Scientology" and she decided "I wanted someone who would stay with me, a life to share." 

Duma Key

by Stephen King

Pocket Books. 2008. 

800 pages. ISBN-13: 978-1416552963

This is a superior entry in the King canon. As you'd expect, it has the supernatural horror elements common to his work, but what stood out for me was the quality of the writing. It's outstanding, well above his usual level, and sustained throughout the book. 

The book concerns Edgar Freemantle, an ordinary man who suffers an on-the-job brain injury and develops clairvoyant abilities. His first name may be a veiled reference to the psychic Edgar Cayce, and his last may be telling us that the accident has freed his mind and made him a mentalist. 

These powers are amplified by an evil supernatural entity, Perse, who uses them to bend events to its will. As for what that entity is, that is never fully explained, although "older gods" are mentioned. So is H.P. Lovecraft, which makes sense because Perse would be right at home in one of his stories. A chthonic entity, as HPL would have termed it.

To give you a sense of how much I liked Duma Key: I began listening to it in audio book form during a long driving vacation. During vacation, I got through about two-thirds of the book. The very day we got home, I downloaded the Kindle version and continued reading. Last night I fell asleep reading it, woke up around 1:30 am and stayed up reading until I finished the book around 2:30 in the morning. That's how strongly the story and writing grabbed me.

Among the things I liked about this book: the depiction of Freemantle's relationship with his ex-wife and daughters (as a child of divorce, I can relate to that), and the character Mary Ire, a tough old broad who I found entirely believable from my 30 years in the Sunshine State.

I didn't care for the way King makes Jerome Wireman constantly use Spanish phrases, especially  "muchacho." True, there's a tie-in to the plot, but in this character's mouth it sounded false and overdone.  And I was amused to find that the idiosyncratic phrase "lookie-loos" is used to describe gawkers on pages 172, 264 and 325. This peculiar saying recurs in at least two other King novels. 

I have read many of King's books, a few twice (e.g. Salem's Lot, It and Pet Sematery). As I worked my way through this one, the Sarasota setting, artist protagonist and slowly approaching death-ship were unmistakably familiar territory. I decided that I must have read it before. But maddeningly, I had absolutely no recollection of vast parts of the plot. How did I forget all that material? This led me to wonder if I'm going senile, or if I'd just read parts of it before and somehow neglected to finish it. As it turns out, the book is an expansion of his short story Memory. That's what I read, or listened to in audio book form, years ago. Memory was later expanded into Duma Key. Mystery solved. I'm not senile! Not yet, anyway.

The Troubled Air

by Irwin Shaw

Dell Publishing Co. New York. 1951. 

509 pages. ISBN 0-440-18608-0
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
The Communist witch hunt of the 1950s takes its toll on the entertainment industry in this gripping story with believable, nuanced characters and nicely drawn color about life in post-war New York. Shaw is a first-rate writer (the sort of fellow I'd like to be), and he tells a good tale here, as he did in The Young Lions  and Lucy Crown.  

In The Troubled Air, Shaw gives us a whole cast of secondary characters that are interesting and well developed, even if you despise some of them. But there's more. He also has something larger to say about integrity and principles, and the agonizing conflicts public figures faced during the Red scare. No doubt that's because Shaw himself was blacklisted during the Red scare.  

I can't wait to read more of Shaw's work. He reminds me of Herman Wouk, which is not surprising, since they come from the same city and the same era. I came to both authors by the same road: my father, who was the same sort of reader I am, and had their books around the house.

Angelopolis

By Danielle Trussoni
Viking New York. 2013. 320 pages. 
ISBN-13: 978-1-101-60606-3

Angelopolis by Danielle Trussoni
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This is a worthy sequel to Angelology, book #1 in this series. In some ways, it's even better. Here Trussoni goes much deeper into the world of descendants of angels who walk among us. But this isn't a spiritual book, or one that is preoccupied with religious messages. It's a fantasy novel set in the real world. 

Book #1 is an absolute prerequisite to this one. Angelopolis assumes that you understand that there are Nephilim (plural of Nephil), whose ancestors were angels cast out of Heaven for falling in love with human women. It also assumes readers know that there are angelologists, humans who seek to track down Nephilim. You must understand these things, and more, before you attempt to read Angelopolis. The plot quickly becomes quite complex and the list of characters grows like Topsy. But the writing style, lush and accessible, kept me reading.

It's filled with the same features that made the first book so tantalizing: apocryphal religious texts (in this case, The Book of Jubilees), real-life figures (such as John Dee, Peter Carl Faberge, Rasputin and the Russian royal family) that are obliquely related to the plot, and the general sense of esoteric knowledge moving beneath the surface of what people think is reality. Wait until you read the "truth" about the origin of Easter eggs. 

I don't like to be critical, but books aren't perfect and no review can be all positive. So, as to my issues with the book: Trussoni introduces so many characters that I had to create a sort of reader's guide listing them and their relationships (see below). Also, the author occasionally resorts to forcing plot exposition language into the mouths of the characters, but the thinking here is rich and original, so I can easily forgive that. 

A third installment in the series is reportedly in the works. In the meantime, I can't wait to read Trussoni's gothic novel The Ancestor (2020).

This is a list of key characters in "Angelopolis." Years have passed since I read the first book. The plot of the second one became so convoluted that I found it necessary to put this reader's guide together for my own aid - and to help me understand the third and final book, which has not yet been published. Warning: This list may contain spoilers.

Watchers: angels banished from Heaven for falling in love with human women. Imprisoned in "The Devil's Throat," a cavern in Bulgaria.

Nephil, Nephilim: evil descendants of ancient families of angelic origin. Originated when The Watchers interbred with humans. Have extraordinary physical characteristics. Live among humans, but  humans barely notice them. Their influence underlies humans' social, economic, political structures. Hunted by angelologists. The most powerful live in Russia. Infiltrated most of the ruling families of Europe, especially Russia. 

Evangeline Cacciatore: central character of both books. Raised by nuns at St. Rose convent. Has both human and Nephil characteristics. Mother: Angela Valko. Father: Lucien. Grandmother: Gabriella Valko. Grandfather: Percival Grigori, a Nephi. Descendant of "the great Semyaza, great-grandaughter of Sneja." 

Percival Grigori: Nephil seeking to engineer an alternate world wholly constructed for Nephilim.

Grigori: a family of particularly vicious Nephilim.

Lucien: angel hatched from a Faberge egg. Not Nephilim, he is something higher up in the hierarchy. Evangeline's father. 

Angela Valko: One of the most daring angelologists. Child of Raphael and Gabrielle Valko (or Percival Grigori and a human woman, according to Merlin Godwin - ???). Creates a virus that kills Nephilim. Breaks into Merlin Godwin's laboratory.  Gives Faberge egg to Vladimir Ivanova. Murdered. Husband: Luca. 

Raphael Valko: Angela's father. An angelologist. Explored The Devil's Throat in Bulgaria. Made three Valkine amulets for self, Angela and wife Gabriella Valko. In book 2, he is 100 years old and continuing his research in his Bulgarian mountain laboratory. 

Vladimir Ivanova: Visits Evangeline in the convent in book 1.  Gives Faberge egg to Evangeline. Dead by the time book 2 gets underway. Wife: Nadia. Daughter: Xenia. 

Nadia: Angela Valko's assistant. Parents were servants to Tsar Nicholas who brought eight Faberge eggs out of Russia during the revolution. Nadia hides them in safekeeping for decades before the events of book 2.

Verlaine: angel hunter. In love with Evangeline. 

Bruno: angel hunter. Head of Paris bureau of "The Society." Trained Verlaine. 

Merlin Godwin: turncoat angelologist who works with Nephilim to remove weak Nephilim from the population.

Azov: angelologist. Trying to replicate the medicine of Noah cited in the apocryphal Book of Jubilees. 

Eno: an Emim angel. Assassin. Exceptionally powerful.

Emim: an order of angels that serve Nephilim. Assassins, enforcers.

Gibborim, Raiphim: an order of warrior angels.

Mara, Golobium: orders of lesser angels. 

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Pennsylvania: Getting Vaccinated

Prepare for frustration when it's your turn to be vaccinated. Scheduling an appointment is a major headache. That's the case even though I'm over 65. 

My state, Pennsylvania, announced eligibility for everyone in the over-65 class before adequate supplies of the vaccine were available.  The Pennsylvania Department of Health's website informs us: "Supplies are extremely limited, so we must prioritize who gets vaccinated first — starting with those most at risk." 

But the state has thrown open the doors to everyone over 65, healthy or not. Primary care physicians are not involved in the selection process. Instead, the state delegated scheduling decisions to pharmacies and hospitals. There is no involvement by anyone who understands my medical condition, and no central point of contact for scheduling. Since the vaccine is scarce, why not allow my doctor to prioritize her patients within the over-65 class? 

I've had to spend many hours on web searches at the local pharmacy and hospital level, only to find no appointments available for months. By sheer luck, my wife finally found an appointment in another county over an hour away. But that's only because we're retired and able to devote days to searching for a provider. 

It seems to me that Britain and Israel are executing the vaccination process much more effectively. In Britain's case, perhaps that's because there is already a nationwide network in place, thanks to what some  call "socialized medicine." Israel appears to have something similar. 

Our decentralized, for-profit health care system is lagging behind in getting the job done. This is a complex policy issue, but perhaps it's time for a change. "Medicare for all"... perhaps Bernie Sanders is onto something there.