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The Wedding Routine Garners Five-Star Amazon Reader Review

For independent authors, reader reviews are our lifeblood. Unfortunately, not many readers know this. I’ve had readers compliment my work sumptuously, but when I look on Amazon or Goodreads for a review, nothing! This dilemma forces us to take extreme measures, such as giving away 100 free copies through a Goodreads Giveaway in hopes that some percentage of those folks will read the book AND leave us a review (but only if they like it!). Since we launched The Wedding Routine in late November, and the holidays kept people very busy, now’s the time we’d expect reader reviews to come trickling in.

So, here’s our first Amazon Review, given Five Stars!

Delightful and satisfying comedy-romance

“Loved the pace and the immediacy of this relatable story. If you are a fan of screwball comedies with clever repartee, this novel is for you. Author Kevin Rush used dance sequences to good effect to reveal relationships between the characters. Vivid, well-crafted story-telling.”

Thank you, “Pomegranate,” whoever you are, and thanks to all who purchased and are currently enjoying The Wedding Routine. We hope to see your reviews soon. If you haven’t gotten your copy yet, you can order by clicking the image below.

P.S. Sadly, another reason we need honest, favorable reviews is to counteract the effects of malicious reviews that bad actors post for their personal or political reasons. We all understand how cancel culture works. Some lunatic decides that your personal, political, or religious beliefs disqualify you from living peaceably in society, and they take it upon themselves to destroy your career. I’ve had malicious reviews posted on Goodreads and Amazon by people who seem to have opened their account simply to slam my book, which they obviously didn’t read. I’ve also had people list complaints about a book that had no bearing on what I had written, and must have been meant for some other book. It’s all but impossible to correct these matters, so we rely on our honest readers to restore balance. Thanks for understanding.

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Author Kevin Rush Talks ‘Subpopcult’ with Screenwriter Michael McGruther

Podcast discussion covers writers’ inspiration from Swing dancing to Catholicism.

I recently sat down with my friend Michael McGruther for a wide-ranging discussion on his Sub Pop Cult podcast, to be released Friday December 10. This wasn’t just a courtesy visit to plug my new book, The Wedding Routine. We talked in-depth about the many challenges facing independent creators who’ve chosen to work outside the corrupting restraints of conventional Hollywood.

Sub Pop Cult is a weekly one-hour podcast that examines how pop culture storytelling and political narrative merge to produce the political results desired by those already in power. Featuring interviews with indie artists of all stripes, Sub Pop Cult leads the way in restoring culture from the bottom up by bringing attention to truly independent culture creators. The creator and host of Sub Pop Cult, Michael McGruther is best known as the screenwriter of Tigerland (2000) starring Colin Farrell, and the author of the science fiction thriller Crisis Moon. But he is passionate about supporting a grass roots movement of independent artists telling the stories that don’t fit the narrow rut of the Hollywood-Industrial complex.

Michael and I met in Los Angeles, roughly 15 years ago, as part of a nascent Conservative movement that unfortunately, never crawled out of its cradle. Back then I was trying to sell a screenplay, which I eventually turned into the novel, The Lance and the Veil, an adventure in the time of Christ. Naturally, since Mike is a fellow Catholic, we touched on that project and my first book, Earthquake Weather, a novel for Catholic teens, which grew out of my experiences as a parochial school teacher.

Mike and I draw heavily on our Catholic faith for inspiration and guidance, and we share a determination to carve out a niche where virtuous storytelling can thrive. If you’re interested in our talk, you can find the Sub Pop Cult podcast with Michael McGruther at the Apple Store.

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If I Saw the Movie, Should I Read the Book? 2 Dystopian Futures

P.D. James emasculates a planet in Children of Men; Cormac McCarthy seeks salvation on The Road. By Kevin Rush

Released in 2006, but set in 2027, Alfonso Cuarón’s dystopian thriller, Children of Men is frenetic and at times intense, though ultimately incoherent and unfocused. In a near future where all women have become infertile, a disenchanted bureaucrat or journalist—it’s not clear—falls in with a band of violent extremists who needs his help to smuggle out of the country the first woman to become pregnant in a quarter century.

I saw this film when it first came out and didn’t much care for it. Cuarón was too busy weaving in themes of the Iraq War to focus on the central premise of the film: How would the world react to a global crisis of infertility? The fact that the human race is headed for extinction is incidental to Cuarón’s film, because, following 21st century trends of globalist adventurism, illegal immigration and terrorist reprisals, we’re going to kill each other anyway. Cuarón was also so seduced by the potential of emerging film technology to drop an audience into the middle of a video game, that he didn’t bother to immerse us in a story. Owen’s central character is mostly a hostage or bystander, dodging whiz-bang effects and only once rising to—not quite heroic, but stealthy—action.

The 1993 novel by British writer P.D. James is much more cerebral and clearly plotted than the film. Set in 2021, (how’s that for dystopian?) the premise remains the same, but the story is focused on the effects of the central phenomenon: infertility. The problem is not that women are barren, but that men cannot produce viable sperm. James’ dystopian future is a world of emasculated men, of which her Theo is emblematic. Though his name means ‘God,’ he is thoroughly impotent. Mourning the tragic loss of a child (an intense event rendered mundane in the film) and a subsequent divorce, Theo occupies a position as a university academic. And as if academics weren’t inconsequential enough, Theo hasn’t any students to teach. Although he’s mostly isolated within his shrinking community, the men around him are similarly useless.

James’ narrative does not match the film’s break-neck pace, as she paints her world in meticulous detail. Yet, that world is capable of erupting in sudden, senseless and brutal violence, even among those who are ostensibly trying to save it. In this way, James’ novel is a study on the consequences of eroding masculinity. Not peace and harmony as the “new man” advocates of the 70s promised, but downward spiraling disorder. This is a lesson for our age, where traditional masculine virtues are disdained, enabling the rise of venal, vain and scheming individuals, who have brought us to our current state of kakistocracy and civil unrest.

Ms. James does not provide an epigram indicating the source of her title. IMDB cites Psalm 90, which reads in pertinent part:

“Thou [God] turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return, ye children of men.”

James is more than hinting that our straying from the natural order has led us to ruin.

In my search for a possible source of the title, I came across this quotation attributed to Helen Keller, which I also found apropos:

“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.”

Seeking illusory safety emasculates men who must strive, even at great risk, to remain vital. A society cheering the bravery of boys who steal track medals from girls needs to be reminded of the necessity of authentic masculinity. Children of Men jogs that memory, and for this I give it a mild nod. It’s thoughtful and creative, though in the final analysis, I think the awesome concept deserves both a better book and a better film.

Similar to Children of Men, The Road begins after an unexplained catastrophe has permanently altered the world. In The Road, we assume a nuclear war scorched the Earth, killing all plant and, eventually, animal life. All that’s left are a handful of human survivors, running short on food and time. In this setting, a terminally ill father takes his young son on a trek down a road towards the sea.

Released in 2009, The Road went nowhere. Despite a strong cast, which included Viggo Mortensen, Charlize Theron, Robert Duvall and Guy Pearce, and bolstered by newcomer Kodi Smit-McPhee, the film suffered from B-movie scripting and pedestrian direction. The script relies on voiceover exposition that reveals the horrors to come, robbing us of the surprises that were so devastating in the book. John Hillcoat, an Australian director mostly known for pop music videos, just doesn’t seem to have been up to the subject matter. I’d say he was painting by numbers, but like a child’s watercolor, all tones merged into a dull grey. His defenders might say that’s the world he was required to depict. Fair enough. Yet Cormac McCarthy depicts that world vibrantly and urgently in his novel, and Hillcoat was not able to transfer those emotions to film.

So, here’s where I confess I read the book before I saw the film. And I’m glad I did. Because, while the movie is not bad, the book is a masterpiece of American literature. Not that I thought it would be. When the book first came out, I passed on it, wondering why someone of McCarthy’s immense talent would care to revisit a tired scenario of the 1950s and 60s. But The Road is not a retread of On the Beach or Cat’s Cradle. It is a unique tale of a father’s love for his son, and his determination to protect him from rampant evil, preserve his innocence, and provide him a dignified life even among the ashes of civilization.

McCarthy’s book, which has been hailed as a great Catholic novel, brilliantly depicts the salvific purpose of remaining virtuous in a realm where evil is more seemingly advantageous. And unlike Hillcoat’s frontloaded film, McCarthy lets no detail of his world drop until the precise moment when it will have its most devastating emotional effect. The Road is a great story greatly told. These days, many people joke about hoping for the sweet meteor of death to snuff out what’s become of our world. The Road teaches us to be careful what we wish for, but also to make the most of it.

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Enjoy a heartwarming tale of love for Christmas

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To Have and To Hold…for the Next Two Minutes!

Brighten your holiday season with this delightful tale of a struggling dance instructor who has all the right moves for wedding choreography, but can’t find the rhythm in her own romantic life. Comedic actress Laura Orrico calls The Wedding Routine, “real, raw and heartwarmingly funny.” Comedian Michael Pritchard calls Kevin Rush “a brilliant writer.”

Kevin Rush is the author of The Lance and the Veil, an adventure in the time of Christ, and Earthquake Weather, a novel for Catholic teens. He drew on his love of classic films and his years of experience studying Ballroom, Swing, Hustle, and Latin Rhythm dancing to write an engaging romance in the spirit of an old Bing Crosby Christmas movie. If you don’t want to wait for the chance of an e-book, the paperback version is available now. Just click the image below.

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Get Ready to Cheer “The Wedding Routine”

Author Kevin Rush serves up a heartwarming romantic comedy just in time for Christmas

If you’re looking for a fun and uplifting read during the holiday season, you’ve just found it. Here’s the description from the back cover:

To Have and To Hold…for the Next Two Minutes!

Celia Cleary is a champion ballroom dancer who makes her meager living choreographing wedding dances. But when her uncle, a Catholic priest, implores her to “Help these couples commit to their marriage,” Celia is adamant. “I am not anyone to be giving relationship advice.” Now, with her love life in tatters, her studio on the brink of bankruptcy, and her three Christmas wedding couples barely on speaking terms, Celia must reassess her mission. Her business has been all about the two-minute routine: a picture-perfect image to cherish forever. But maybe forever needs a little bit more.

As always, Kevin Rush delivers unsparing reality, rapier wit, and a Christian heart that ensures an emotional payoff. Funny and heartwarming, yet grounded in the bittersweet angst of single life, The Wedding Routine is an uplifting tale of love for Christmas and any time of the year.

“The Wedding Routine is real, raw and heartwarmingly funny. In the “song and dance” of life, this lovely story teaches how to lead with your heart. It showcases how helping people not only benefits those receiving, but is therapeutic for those who give.”

 Laura Orrico, TV and Film Actress and President of Laura Orrico Public Relations, LLC

Kevin Rush is the author of The Lance and the Veil, an adventure in the time of Christ, and Earthquake Weather, a novel for Catholic teens. He enjoys Ballroom dancing, Swing, Hustle, and Latin Rhythm. His commentary is found throughout the blogosphere, including his own website, kevinrush.us.

How to Get Your Copy of The Wedding Routine

The Wedding Routine is available right now in paperback at Amazon. There should be no supply chain problems, because the books are printed in the good ol’ USA. If you prefer a Kindle edition, you’ll have to wait a bit, because we’re running a Goodreads Giveaway for the e-book format. You can take a chance on the Giveaway starting Sunday 11/28 at noon. The Giveaway will end a week before Christmas, so this lovely story will help you get into the holiday spirit.

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Thank you for your generous support during this busy Christmas season.

I hope that reading The Wedding Routine will make your holidays a little brighter, funnier, and heartfelt. Given what we’ve all been through for the last 20 months, we can use the laughter, the tears and the irrepressible optimism this book delivers.

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If I Saw the Movie, Should I Read the Book? 2 Sci-Fi Classics

Principals collaborate for 2001: A Space Odyssey; director smears writer of Starship Troopers. By Kevin Rush

Boldly enigmatic, notoriously inscrutable, and featuring a grandiose fusion of classical music and cinematic images, Stanley Kubrick’s dazzling science fiction epic, 2001: A Space Odyssey has mesmerized and confounded audiences for decades. Released in 1968, 2001 was largely ignored at Oscar time. But today, the American Film Institute ranks it as the greatest science fiction film of all time.

2001 began as a collaboration between producer/director Kubrick and the famed sci-fi writer Arthur C. Clarke. The plot is drawn from Clarke’s 1951 short story, The Sentinel of Eternity, and deals with the essential theme of his 1953 novel, Childhood’s End, wherein extraterrestrial beings nudge along the final evolution of humankind. Childhood’s End solidified Clarke’s reputation, and he was eventually ranked as one of the ‘Big Three’ sci-fi writers of his generation, along with Isaac Asimov and Robert A. Heinlein. But with 2001, Kubrick and Clarke worked together to pen the screenplay. Clarke did not begin work on the novel, or the ‘novelization,’ until the film was already in the can. Yet, the success of the film, and the subsequent book, led to three more literary installments, as well as a movie sequel, 2010: the Year We Make Contact.

2001’s story is structured in three parts, starting in the prehistoric world of man-apes on the brink of starvation, because they lack the tools to survive in their hostile environment. One day, a strange, black monolith appears in their territory, then emits a piercing tone that agitates the man-apes. Soon after, their leader conceives of using the bleached bone of a fallen animal as a weapon. The man-apes then hunt, vanquish their enemies, and ensure the survival of their species. Fast-forward three million years, which passes in the toss of a bone and the blink of an eye, and the evolved man-apes, now fully human and capable of space flight, have found an identical monolith on the moon. Triggered by the light of the sun, the monolith sends a signal into space, and the curious humans dispatch a space ship to find the source.

Thus begins the second story segment, aboard the spaceship Discovery, nominally piloted by two astronauts, but actually under the control of a supercomputer, the HAL 9000. In a twist that mirrors the evolutionary jump of the man-apes, HAL imagines he must kill to survive. It’s the up to a surviving astronaut, played by Canadian actor Keir Dullea, to take the ship back from HAL and continue the mission. (At the time of his casting, Dullea seemed on the brink of stardom. But even though he gave a strong performance, 2001 did not propel his career to celestial heights. In fact, he soon retreated in obscurity. Thus was coined the Hollywood aphorism, “Keir Dullea, gone tomorrow.”)

The third segment follows Dullea’s character as he traces the signal to a moon of Saturn, on which an elder of the galaxy lies prone in a queen-sized bed in a hotel room decked out like a giant chess board, from which he mystically transforms Dullea into a giant, galactic fetus which drifts slowly back to Earth.

Although Clarke once said, “If you understand ‘2001’ completely, we failed,” he was concerned that the film was too hard to follow, and set out in his novelization to provide clearer explanations for the action . The final effect is the loss of the visual and aural wonder of Kubrick’s film, for which Clarke’s pedestrian prose is a poor substitute. Reading 2001 reminded me why I’ve only dabbled in Clarke’s writings, rather than devouring them. While his ideas are fascinating and intellectually stimulating, his storytelling doesn’t stir passion. His characters, all nice, conventional, bland folks, lack depth. And, while Clarke’s plots delve into the rich mysteries at the center of the universe, there’s no struggle between good and evil, no conflict of vice and virtue.

I also find Clarke’s atheistic vision deflating. If there is a supreme force in Clarke’s universe, it’s not a Creator God, but an evolved intelligence. This reminds me of a conversation I had once with an irreligious friend, who said the stumbling block for him was this question: If God created everything, what created God? That’s a mystery my religion doesn’t seek to answer, and the mantra that God ‘always was and always will be’ is unsatisfying to the analytical mind. But even less satisfying is the notion of human destiny being one part random evolution and one part alien manipulation. Clarke’s premise begs the question, ‘Who manipulated the first aliens?’ If no one, then how did they make their evolutionary jump? And if they could make it all on their own, why shouldn’t we be given the same freedom?

Ultimately, there’s little to be gleaned from Clarke’s book that’s not in the film. Clarke redresses a great wrong in the first sequence: the monolith is not the black slab the film’s art directors constructed, but the crystal prism Kubrick and Clarke had envisioned. But that tidbit is hardly worth slogging through what amounts to a mostly dull viewing guide for the movie. My recommendation for anyone who wants to understand the film is to forget the book. Just keep watching this magnificent movie until your own evolutionary switch flips and everything starts to click. If you want to go deeper, you can always pick up one of the sequels.

I must confess I didn’t see the 1997 version of Starship Troopers when it was first released, even though I had enjoyed director Paul Verhoeven’s previous sci-fi actioner Robocop. I skipped Troopers mostly because the trailer made it look like two hours of mindless bed-hopping and bug-zapping and because The Puppet Masters, the 1994 film of a Robert A. Heinlein novel, had been a ridiculous disappointment not worth the price of admission. Starship Troopers was popular enough to spawn a few sequels, but no one has ever seriously suggested it’s a great, or even a very good, film. Having seen it recently on cable, I’d call it a dull, noisy, directionless mess. The novel, however, is regarded as a science fiction classic. So, how do we explain that disconnect?

First, some context. Robert A. Heinlein is often called the Dean of American Science Fiction, having had a prolific career in which he established many of the sci-fi tropes that have become mainstays of the genre. A left-wing Democrat early in his career, Heinlein gravitated towards libertarianism and infused much of his writing with the politics of individualism. Some of his themes, such as plural marriage in his classic, The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, created significant controversy. Yet, like most radicals, Heinlein was intensely interested in the edification of youth. He wrote a series of juvenile novels for Charles Scribner’s Sons that combined sci-fi with moral instruction (e.g., Red Planet, Starman Jones, The Star Beast). Starship Troopers was supposed to fit into that Scribner series, but the publisher rejected the book, and Heinlein took it to Putnam.

Thus, anyone picking up Troopers should understand it’s a YA book, meant to inculcate civic virtue in young readers. Thus, there is much inartful, “on the nose” dialogue that does not sound the way people actually talk. There are lectures galore from high school teachers and military superiors. And there is abundant moral reasoning that is sensible and provocative, including an ardent, well-reasoned defense of corporal punishment. Perhaps the best way to describe Troopers is as a dissertation on duty, played out against an interstellar war against marauding arachnids. 

Unfortunately, Verhoeven did not give Heinlein’s views a fair airing. In fact, his film seems determined to undermine the principles Heinlein sought to promote. For example, the society of Heinlein’s Troopers is multi-ethnic, encompassing all of a united Earth. Yet, Verhoeven’s cast is almost uniformly white, including Nordic beauty Denise Richards as the Latina Carmen Ibanez and Casper Van Dein (as Caucasian as that name would suggest) as the tale’s narrator/protagonist, Johnny Rico, who is a Filipino in the book. Critics have noted that Verhoeven intended to depict Earth as a utopian Nazi Germany—Because the military, duh—which is a lazy, myopic calumny against military service that is far too common among contemporary Hollywood elites. 

Almost always, Hollywood gets center-right politics deliberately wrong, as perverse payback for the industry’s completely reasonable response to the Soviet Union’s determined attempts to commandeer the American dream machine. Carrying an unquenchable torch for “the blacklist,” Hollywood Leftists gleefully portray anyone who believes in individual liberty as a fascist. This despite the obvious fact that fascism is a collectivist ideology that subverts individual identity by demanding subservience to an all-powerful leader. Y’know, like Communism. As for Heinlein’s novel, collectivism (could be Fascism or Communism) is the enemy, as depicted by the hive-mind of the bugs attempting to destroy humanity. Far from being fascists, the Troopers are volunteers—free to opt out at any moment—who risk all, not for an ideology, but for the people they love. 

Starship Troopers is worth reading if only so that Heinlein’s ideas, which are worthy of consideration, can come through unfiltered and undistorted. Verhoeven’s film smears Heinlein, and in doing so contributes to what is currently the dominant deceitful narrative of the political Left: that America is an imperialist nation driven by white supremacy. People who want the truth should read the book.

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If I Saw the Movie, Should I Read the Book? Weird Phenomena.

Bizarre animal, mineral, and human behavior in The Birds and Picnic at Hanging Rock. By Kevin Rush

Halloween is finally in the rearview mirror, but we can still talk about eerie goings on that capture our cinephile imaginations. Today, two haunting tales of enigmatic terror.

Tippi Hedren was billed as the “new Grace Kelley.”

In this droll, long-winded trailer, Alfred Hitchcock sets up the premise of his 1963 film, The Birds. We’ve feasted on them since the beginning of time, and now they’re set on revenge. Chickens coming home to roost, one might say. Of course, that’s just conjecture, since none of the angry avians are of the speaking variety. Where’s a magpie when you need him? Maybe we shouldn’t have killed that mockingbird.

Hitchcock’s last great film was a first for his leading lady, Tippi Hedren. Since Princess Grace had retired from pictures in 1956, Hitchcock had run through a gamut of blonde actresses, earnestly searching for a suitable replacement. Doris Day, Kim Novak, Eva Marie Saint and Janet Leigh gamely faced various perils, but were not invited back. Then Hitchcock spotted Hedren in a soda commercial and signed her to a seven-year contract. Melanie Daniels was Hedren’s first credited role at 33, well past the debutante age, especially for a Hollywood starlet. She would have a long career, but would only make one more film with Hitchcock, Marnie in 1964.

The Birds employed various techniques to get the attack scenes right, including hand-puppets, mechanical birds and live, trained birds, reportedly fed whisky-soaked wheat to make them docile. The birds’ flapping made traditional blue-screen filming impossible, so the company had to employ a sodium vapor process to do the composites. The only studio equipped to manage the process was Disney, so a deal was struck to do filming there. The decision paid off, as The Birds was nominated for the Special Effects Oscar, but lost to the overpriced box office dud, Cleopatra. It was the last Oscar nomination for a Hitchcock film.

The source for The Birds was not a novel, but a short story by Daphne du Maurier, whose novel Rebecca had inspired Hitchcock’s only Best Picture Oscar-winner. The story is set in a coastal village in England and concerns the efforts of a laborer to save his wife and two young children from the inexplicable attacks. Cut off from the rest of the world, they seek the means to survive on their own. The story is chilling, and had caused a stir when it was released in 1955, sparking TV and radio adaptations. Hitchcock immediately purchased the film rights, though he didn’t consider making the movie until a bizarre seabird attack on the coast of California revived his interest.

Though she signed a seven-year contract, Hedren would only make one more film with Hitchcock.

The story has no characters in common with the film. And Hitchcock moves the setting to Northern California, no doubt to appeal to American audiences and to capitalize on any free publicity that references to the seabird attack might generate. Hitchcock’s film also departs from du Maurier’s story in his suggestion of the birds’ revenge motive. In du Maurier’s story, townsfolk note the bitterly cold weather as a cause for strange migration patterns. Something has gone on in the arctic, and it’s suggested the Russians might be behind it. Written during the Cold War, du Maurier’s story could be seen as a paranoid fantasy or a warning about Communist aggression. Could they actually turn nature against us?

Hitchcock went out of his way to make his film apolitical: the fault, if any, lies with all of humanity, the way we treat the planet and the lesser species in it. Of course, today, that angle is thoroughly politicized…with noticeable undertones of Communism. Or maybe that’s just this writer’s paranoid fantasy. At forty pages, du Maurier’s story is worth a read on a cold, windy night.

Theatrical trailer for Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975)

On St. Valentine’s Day, 1900, students from a girls’ school in Victoria, Australia enjoy an annual field trip to an odd rock formation, where two of the girls and a teacher mysteriously vanish. The fallout from that event and its effects on the school and various characters involved in search and recovery form the basis for Peter Weir’s 1975 film Picnic at Hanging Rock.

That picture put the Australian director on the map and set him up for stellar success in the 1980s with hits such as Gallipoli, Witness and Dead Poets Society. In Hanging Rock, Weir, who has expressed his preference for the mystery over its solutions, paints a picture of a repressed society where man is so artificially separated from nature that nature itself revolts to reclaim its own.

From its ethereal opening, infused with the primitive, otherworldly notes of a tin whistle, Weir goes out on a limb to suggest a paranormal explanation for the disappearances at the eponymous volcanic formation. The result is a very ‘70s cinematic experience that tends to overshadow the human drama of those left behind.

By contrast, Joan Lindsay’s 1967 novel (the author’s first at the age of 70!) is more restrained. Part reportage, part comedy of manners, part social criticism, and part procedural mystery, Lindsay’s story unfolds deftly and patiently. (Lindsay is much more patient in the telling than I was in the reading, devouring several chapters at a time.) Yet, roiling below the surface is a suspicion that something evil this way has come. Is it black fate or human frailty that brings cascading tragedy? Lindsay knows better than to intrude on her readers’ internal debate. Artful and delicious throughout, it’s a novel well worth discovering.

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Unearthing the Catholic Spirituality of Bram Stoker’s Dracula

Author Kevin Rush reflects on a favorite book of his adolescence

After my rant on another space against what Halloween has become, I thought I’d revisit what Halloween once was. A kid’s day of campy fright and copious candy? Of course, there was that, but there was also a sense of horror, closer to its original meaning. The word has Latin roots, stemming from the verb “to bristle,” as in hair standing on end, due to dread—and get this—veneration and religious awe. This is what separates classic horror from conventional slasher films. Horror is not just the fear of temporal harm or torment. It’s the dread of a supernatural force that attacks us on the spiritual level.

For me, nothing I’ve ever seen or read captures that definition so completely as Bram Stoker’s celebrated horror novel, Dracula. The horror Stoker depicts isn’t simply creepy or scary, it’s cosmically consequential. Deranged murderers wielding machetes or chainsaws are frightening, but they cannot touch their victims beyond the grave. Mourners can bury them believing they’ll rest in peace. But Stoker’s novel is horrifying, because he threatens the notion of eternal rest. Stoker creates a world of perverse religious veneration, where the Count is a false god, collecting souls as well as strewing corpses. Dracula is whom Jesus warned us to fear in Matthew 10:28: “…do not fear those who kill the body, but are unable to kill the soul; but rather fear Him who is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.”

I first read Dracula the summer after sixth grade. I was proud of myself for tackling such a huge book and the elevated language of Victorian England. It was corny for sure, but the melodrama was seductive. I also loved the form; Dracula is an epistolary novel whose story unfolds through diary passages and letters, depicting the points of view of various characters. As a kid who imagined he might someday write books, this model, artificial as it was, intrigued me. And gaining comprehensive vampirical knowledge from an authoritative source was pretty cool, too. Regarding Drac himself, what grabbed me most was not the relentless evil of the villain, but that all hope in overcoming that evil lay in the sacred instruments of the Catholic faith.

I decided to re-read Dracula to see what I’d think about it 50 years later. I found flaws in plotting and characterizations that I hadn’t noticed at 12 years old, and was much less patient with Van Helsing’s hugger-muggery and the lengthy, lugubrious passages reciting the characters’ inner turmoil. But bright as ever was the ardent hope that—through the instruments of faith, including the true presence of Christ in the Eucharist—these outmatched characters could triumph over a Prince of Darkness.

The story begins with Jonathon Harker in Transylvania on business. When the old innkeeper learns he’s headed for Castle Dracula, on the Eve of St. George’s Day, when “all the evil things of the world will have full sway,” she places a Rosary around Harker’s neck “for your mother’s sake.” The peasants cross themselves with dread and mutter words he takes to mean Satan, hell, witch, were-wolf and vampire. Later, as a guest in Dracula’s castle, Harker cuts himself shaving. His blood incites lust the Count cannot control. If not for the crucifix hanging from his neck, his host would have made short work of him.

Bram Stoker followed up his Dracula success with another tale of vampirical horror.

It’s worth emphasizing that the crosses in Dracula are not the bare Protestant variety we see in the movies. These bear the corpus of Christ, which makes them, to Harker’s enlightened Church-of-England mind, “a symbol of idolatry.” But Stoker goes further in employing the Body of Christ, actually using the Eucharist as a defense and barrier against the Un-dead. Van Helsing, a Catholic Dutchman, crumples a host into a wad of dough to make putty to seal a vampire’s tomb. He gives his team of vampire hunters a piece of the host to guard their bodies. He also plants consecrated wafers in the crates of soil Dracula has imported, so the vampire cannot retreat to them for rest. This may seem like desecration, but Van Helsing says he has “an indulgence” for this necessary work.

Details of the story illustrate that Count Dracula poses a much greater threat than your garden variety homicidal maniac. The mad-house inmate Renfield devours insects alive because he craves life, but firmly denies any interest in consuming “souls.” That’s the purview of the twisted one he calls his “Lord and Master.”

Romanian actor Bela Lugosi set the standard for the role of Dracula starting in 1931

Professor Van Helsing explains “When [the Un-dead] become such, there comes the curse of immortality; they cannot die but must go on age after age adding new victims and multiplying evils of the world.” This curse is the mirror opposite of the blessing of eternal life given the saints who intercede in this world for the cause of holiness. A victim’s soul is imprisoned unless, through “true death,” it can be set free. Catholics can understand “true death” as death to sin, the conquest of which leads to eternal life. Afterwards, “Instead of working wickedness by night and growing more debased in the assimilation of it by day, [the victim] shall take her place with the other Angels.”

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Yet, even before death, a soul under the sway of a vampire is “unclean.”

Yet, even before death, a soul under the sway of a vampire is “unclean.” Mina Harker is brutally violated and, through no fault of her own, placed in immortal jeopardy. A touch of the sacred host to her forehead burns, leaving a shaming scar. In our current culture, this unfairness would prompt ceremonial book burning. But Stoker is willing to write for a world that is not always fair, and which requires heroic action, rather than student walkouts, to right an obvious wrong. To save a soul in jeopardy, we must place our own souls in jeopardy. Life doesn’t get more consequentially Christian than that.

London-born actor Christopher Lee began his long run as the Count in 1958.

As the Catholic Van Helsing explains, “Till then we bear our Cross, as His Son did in obedience to His will. It may be that we are chosen instruments of His good pleasure, and that we ascend to His bidding as that other through stripes and shames; through doubts and fears, and all that makes the difference between God and man.”

Though rarely recognized as such, Dracula is one of the great Catholic novels in the English language. I got severe pushback on that statement from someone whose opinion I respect. He asserted that Dracula does not edify, but at best encourages a superstitious faith. But that’s only true if we start to believe in vampires. Stoker is hardly encouraging the reader to take Van Helsing’s prescriptions literally. But taken as a metaphor, the Dracula tale strips away the mundane reality that clouds our vision and serves up the existential truth of human existence: we are in a life and death (undeath) struggle of good versus evil. In this way, Bram Stoker’s Dracula serves the true purpose of horror: to scare us straight and put us on the earnest path toward heroic virtue and perhaps even holiness.

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Coming Nov. 14: The Wedding Routine, a romantic comedy novella

Help author Kevin Rush launch his next book by marking it “Want to Read” on your Goodreads account.

The Wedding Routine

The Wedding Routine is a romantic comedy about Celia Cleary, a young ballroom dance champion from New Jersey, who makes her living choreographing wedding dances. Her business is failing, and her own romantic life is out of step, until she falls for a handsome French chef, who, much to her dismay, resolutely refuses to dance. Quick witted humor, well-drawn, relatable characters and the warm Catholic spirit of an old Bing Crosby movie combine for a smart, enjoyable, and uplifting read. But to get this book to the public, the author needs your help.

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Independent authors face an uphill battle getting their books to their intended audiences. That hill is even steeper for Catholic authors hoping to tilt the cultural axis back towards positive values, virtue, and decency. But there are tools at our disposal, and a powerful tool is Goodreads.com.

Owned by Amazon.com, Goodreads is a forum used by 125 million readers to find their next book. When a book trends on Goodreads, it gets noticed. So, how do we make it trend? You can help by following this link to The Wedding Routine and marking it “Want to Read.” You can also ask me a question about the book. When enough Goodreads members do this, the website includes the book in its internal promotions and emails, which generates valuable free publicity.

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Over the next few weeks, I’ll be posting more about the book, including how you can enter a Goodreads Giveaway contest to win a free copy.

Please take a few seconds right now to visit Goodreads and mark The Wedding Routine as “Want to Read.” Thanks so much for your support.

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If I Saw the Movie, Should I Read the Book? 2 Bad Roommates

Twisted psychology and dark humor in The Talented Mr. Ripley and Fight Club. By Kevin Rush.

If you’ve ever gotten into a roommate situation you’ve regretted, you can probably appreciate this week’s two books. In each, a new acquaintance appears mysteriously, moves in and creates mayhem. Sure, there are plenty of bad iterations of this basic plot—I’m looking at you, Single White Female—but our featured authors masterfully elevate their tales with haunting portrayals of human psychology at the breaking point.

Patricia Highsmith, whom we’ve discussed before, began her writing career authoring “real life” comic books, but gained prominence after her modestly successful first novel, Strangers on a Train, (1950) caught the attention of Alfred Hitchcock, who quickly turned it into a solid thriller in 1951. In Strangers, Highsmith gave readers a glimpse into the mind of a creepy sociopath with ambiguous sexuality. Highsmith penned The Talented Mr. Ripley in 1955, again portraying a homicidal sociopath, but this time making his homosexuality more overt and audaciously placing him in the center of an antihero drama as the protagonist.

French filmmaker René Clément was first to bring Ripley to the screen as Plein Soleil in 1960, starring 25-year-old Alain Delon, who went on to have a very good career. It was also the screen debut of 20-year-old singer-actress Marie Laforêt, who later scored pop hits in France covering Bob Dylan’s Blowin’ in the Wind and The Rolling Stones’ Paint it Black. Although the title means Broad Daylight, an apt descriptor for a brazen murder in the sunny Mediterranean, the film was released in America as Purple Noon.

Director Clément made several choices that turned what might have been a great film into only a serviceable crime drama. First, he cast French actors to play Americans, so the feeling of ex-pats in voluntary exile was lost. Clément also took many liberties with the plot; the story concludes with a nifty twist that is nevertheless 180 degrees from where Highsmith’s book ends. Clément does direct Delon’s portrayal of Tom Ripley to be enigmatic and self-involved, but in choosing to drop Tom’s homosexuality in favor of a heterosexual love triangle, he dilutes much of Tom’s motivation for his crimes.

American audiences are more familiar with Anthony Minghella’s 1999 version, The Talented Mr. Ripley, with Matt Damon in the title role. The strong cast also included Jude Law, Gwyneth Paltrow, Cate Blanchett, and Philip Seymour Hoffman. More faithful to Highsmith’s novel, the film was moderately successful, but did not generate sufficient excitement for a Damon-as-Ripley franchise. Still, of Highsmith’s four subsequent Ripley books, two have garnered film adaptations and, at this writing, a Ripley TV series is in preproduction.

Ripley was a daring novel in its time. Despite a wealth of mainstream homosexual writers and a gay literary subculture featuring prominent homosexual characters, overt homosexuality was still very much taboo in mainstream fiction. Gore Vidal’s third novel, The City and the Pillar caused something of a scandal in 1948, by presenting a loving homosexual relationship as natural. In that respect, Ripley represents a step backward; homosexuality is again taboo. But Tom Ripley is the central figure, and Highsmith invites us to root for him, in spite his crimes.

Yet, in a post-Stonewall, post-Angels-in-America, post-Obergefell world, is Mr. Ripley still relevant? If this were an age where reasonable minds were allowed to disagree, readers could debate the validity of the implied nexus of homosexuality, narcissism, and sociopathy manifest in Tom Ripley. Today, surely, there will be voices in the Wokeratti calling Highsmith’s novel a dangerous slur and demanding that Ripley be cancelled. On the other hand, readers willing to accept Tom Ripley as Highsmith’s attempt at a unique, multilayered character, rather than a blunt, artless stereotype, are in for a treat.

This is a superbly crafted novel with tension throughout. It is horror on a grotesquely human level, as the author invites you into the mind of a sociopath, and entices you to pull for him. The reader, against his own will, finds himself emotionally invested in Ripley, and hoping for his best possible outcome.

If you’ve seen the 1999 film starring Edward Norton and Brad Pitt, you know I’m breaking the first two rules, but Fight Club, a bitter, shocking and often hilarious satire of maleness unmoored from positive masculinity, cries out for discussion. Directed by David Fincher, the movie got mixed reviews for its combination of tongue-in-cheek philosophizing and brutal violence but has proved popular with viewers. I haven’t seen the film since it first came out, but I remember enjoying it immensely until the ludicrous ending left me totally deflated. Shortly thereafter, many people, including some of my high school students, told me the book was much better. I declined to read it until this summer, specifically for this blog.

If you’ve read this far, you’re probably wondering whether—if you’ve seen the movie and already know who Tyler Durden is—there will be enough left from the bizarre characters and twisty-turny plot to hold your interest.

My answer is an enthusiastic yes. If you like a novel that grabs you by the throat and does not let go until you have feverishly devoured the last page, this book is for you. Stylistically, there’s much to admire in its art and construction: the staccato stream of consciousness, the jittery neurosis that pulses in every line, and layer upon layer of complications building like an anxiety dream you cannot awaken from. All these elements lead me to conclude that if Joseph Heller and Jack Kerouac had had a lovechild that they whipped with an electrical cord, he’d have grown up to be Chuck Palahniuk. But Fight Club is also a very timely novel that taps into millennial dysfunction. If you were disappointed by the movie’s ending, be assured the novel’s conclusion is much more satisfying. Finally, the book is short enough to tackle in a weekend, so there’s really no excuse not to dive in. Just don’t tell anyone where you heard about it. 

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