I’ve recently written two guest posts at Maclin Horton’s blog, Light on Dark Water, as part of his “52 Authors” series – the idea being that each week of the year, he profiles a different author; and he’s asked his readers to contribute authors they consider notable. So far I’ve written two posts, on sci-fi author Robert Sheckley and 19th-century Hungarian Romantic Imre Madách. I did not consider either of them to be deep or edifying, merely a lot of fun to read; although in the course of rereading and writing about Madách’s “Tragedy of Man”, I came to realise that what I’d planned to recommend as merely an uproariously fun drive-by shooting of every human ideal ever was, in fact, smarter and subtler than I’d given it credit for.
We recently went to Mariapfarr, in Austria, for a conference. A very nice place. The text of the Christmas carol “Stille Nacht” (Silent Night) was written there, although the music was composed somewhere else. (This is, however, not why we go there; rather, that after the morning’s lectures, whoso wishes may go skiing on the slopes nearby.) This is what it looked like from down the hill:
My hotel room overlooked the graveyard of the main parish church, the Church of the Assumption of Mary (in the middle of the above picture). I drew two pictures of the graveyard from the comfort of my room:
And down the hill, the church of St. Laurence: