I finished Blue Like Jazz (again) last night (at 2:00 A.M., which makes my wake-up even stranger). I really enjoyed it, almost as much as the first time. I still laughed aloud in certain places, and it definitely makes me smile and think. There are a lot of great ideas in that book, and a lot of truths about Christianity that will never be found in a church, unfortunately.
Miller's writing is so charming, honest, and conversational. I think that's one of my favorite things about the book. Even though you can't really retort, the book feels like a conversation. There is no "informed author--uninformed reader" paradigm. He's not trying to sell you on anything, and he's not hastening to drive home any specific points. No, he is just gathering his thoughts and telling them to you straight. I think that's admirable and innovative.
I went to sleep last night thinking about my friend Grant, the one who introduced me to the book while we were working at Stryden [work being playing badminton, eating candy, and not having anything to do but consequently also not getting paid for it because the company was broke. We had code-names for each other. I was Capacita and he was Holey. We spent a lot of time laughing and telling ridiculous stories about our lives. He remains, to this day, the best co-worker I ever had.]. He really pushed me to read it, and boy, did I ever need it then. That summer was hard in terms of my faith. He lent me his copy, which was full of notes from at least three different people already. Because of their comments and personal stories I got so much more out of it. With my copy I've started to do the same. It's weird for me to write in books... but I honestly don't think Don would mind. I can't wait to re-read the book after it's gathered more comments, more connections, and see what other people make of it.
I haven't seen Grant in a long time. We got coffee once in the fall. I'm pretty sure he's getting married within the month. His fiance is great, and I know God will bless their marriage with years of happiness. We have a tentative plan to have a barbecue at Afton. I hope that happens. I miss Holey-brains.
I really can't wait to see what Dan thinks of it, to see what he writes in it, how he interacts with it, and what resonates with him. I am eager to see it evolve. As much as I still grapple with writing in books (I chose pencil to lighten my guilt, but it is paperback.), I want to see this one filled. I hope someday it's stuffed with little page-markers filled with stories, debates, questions, and verses.