Some detractors of left wing noodle twisting liberals seem to think that we don't read the bible over here on Preludium or in other revisionist hot-spots. To the contrary. I am, as we speak (or write) in the midst of putting together a short Lenten study on doing Justice, using Micah as a baseline. And, because a friend generously gifted me with a copy, I am re-reading for the thousandth time The Book of Genesis. Dr. Harvey Guthrie would (I hope) be proud of my keeping up.
Of course I am reading the version by R. Crumb, the visionary cartoonist of hippie-land and things west of Berkeley. The Book of Genesis, with every word included, none left out, is an amazing work of five years. There are several excellent reviews, including this one in the New York Times and this one by Robert Alter in the New Republic. I am not reviewing here, merely delighting.
This is a fine work with just enough added zest to get us through the begats, every one, with continued interest in the wide range of characters God brings onto the stage and Crumb draws. More, Crumb gives us hints of tears when betrayal happens and grim wonder when circumcision is demanded, frightening possibilities of God's anger and disappointment in the created, and lots of flesh, for after all Genesis is about a lot of begetting and creating.
If this had been available while in seminary, it would have gone well with a bit of wine, the Kinks or perhaps Jefferson Airplane, and Dr. Guthrie's great classes. It would have been great fun.
It still is.