Yeah, I know, there’s been a lot of radio silence on here lately (as recognized in the previous post) and I’m sure you’re all looking for something a bit more on those reasons, you know, like cute adorable pictures of this guy holding a tiny little baby, or perhaps some poetic prose about what it’s like to be a new father yet again. Those will come…I’m a bit too exhausted to do it any justice yet, and I’m actually not too sure if the pictures of me and the kid exist yet. I’ve been backlogged in trying to get everything done that was supposed to get done during the last couple weeks he was to be in the womb, and, well, that and a couple other items, which I’ll talk about on here at some point, haven’t even allowed me much time to actually bond with the little guy…which is sad, to say the least, but I’m hoping to rectify that soon…I hope.
However, I have gotten a little bit of reading done over the past couple weeks, and one such bit of reading I did was of the magnificent Ken Mooney, a little nonfiction book he put out earlier this year called, The Little Book of the End of the World.
I have to admit that when I heard he had been commissioned to do a nonfiction book, I was a little skeptical. I mean, his writing is fantastic. Godhead is still one of my favorite indie books out right now and what he’s got going on with the sequel (because I was lucky enough to be chosen to read an early beta version) is nothing less than spectacular. But nonfiction and fiction are two very different beasts.
Needless to say, I had to get my hands on a copy when it finally came out…here’s the official review:
The end of the world is something humans have philosophized about since long before we even invented philosophy. That being said, this book which aims at looking at how humans have viewed the Endtimes has more than enough content available. So much content, in fact, that the idea of whittling it down to a book that calls itself “little” might seem to be quite the huge undertaking.
Luckily for us, Mooney is able to do so with great skill. Starting from as early in man’s history as he is able to take us, Mooney takes us on a journey through the history of Apocalypse, teaching us about how each culture has put its own spin on a tale that quickly begins to become rather similar from group to group. In fact, Mooney does an amazing job of giving credit and respect to each of these cultures, while also showing that there might be cause for further review of each of them, due to these basic concepts that seem integral to each.
As the story continues, we begin to see how more recent views of the End of the World are when things really seem to be a bit more awkward, prophetic visions of specific end dates that come and go without issue. Mass suicides that occur based on needing to die at the exact moment an alien spaceship flies overhead. These are modern concepts, which might seem tame to four horsemen riding across the sky…but even that image is considered to be metaphorical by most.
I’m impressed by how Mooney takes all these differing ideas and never really seems to make fun of any of them, although keeping a tongue placed within his cheek as he comments on each.
There’s a lot to be learned within this tome, and Mooney’s writing style makes the learning a fun experience as well. Definitely recommend to any who have interest in the subject.