Now I’m not one for conspiracy theories, but there’s something fishy around here. A couple of weeks ago, early in the morning, I was checking one of my favorite blogs. It is Jesus Creed, though when I’m trying to be cool, I call it SMK (short for Scot McKnight), which is meant to evoke the idea of TSK, which stands for Tall Skinny Kiwi. Ok, it’s not so clever. And of course the jocularity goes right out the window when I address the author of this great blog, for after sitting at his feet throughout seminary, I can only call him “Doctor McKnight”. I’m a wimp; what can I say.
Anyway, I was checking this blog and he was gushing about a book. I mean, he even said that if we read it, we would (and I quote!) “rise up and call him blessed”. I made a note of the author, looked it up on Amazon, held my mouse over the mighty One Click button, and asked the wife if I could get it. Reminding me of my big stack of new books, our impending appointment, and my apparent level of ‘readiness’, her response was understandably curt: “Please put your shoes on”. Oookaay. Fair enough.
But here’s the thing. When I came back a couple of hours later, the blog post was nowhere to be found. I mean, it had disappeared. It existed on Google, of course, but there was no sign of it at Jesus Creed. What happened? Did (Dr.) McKnight find out that the author was a heretic? Did (Dr.) McKnight change his mind? Did North Park University censure him? Did (Dr.) McKnight’s publisher give him an outraged reprimand for pimping books from Abingdon? The fact that there was a giveaway of fifty of his newest book the next week only fueled my fire and my suspicion of a (so-called) Christian publisher pulling the strings of injustice and denying our God-given right of free speech. Someone had subverted this minority voice.
So you know what I did. I waited until the wife was favorably disposed toward me, asked again, and bought this dangerous book. Two days later, it burst forth from its wrapping, begging me to dive into its tempestuous seas. Which I did, of course.
It’s really good.
The first great thing about it is its length: it’s only 80 pages long. Which means that the price-per-page index is rather high, but the impress-your-friends-with-an-important title index is awesome! (Just don’t leave it laying around– it’s not even as thick as the TV Guide.) But you can read this sucker in a couple of sittings, then start dropping the name at parties.
The second great thing about it is that it does a remarkable job of exorcising the spectre that we call postmodernism. Or, to put it better, to show us that postmoderninsm was never a demon, anyway, and in fact may be a very friendly and helpful Casper.
So read Caputo’s Philosophy and Theology, if you dare.