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MISSION STATEMENT ... To celebrate where it's deserved! ... To take the Michael out of institutions and individuals where it's deserved! ... Recently I had occasion to prepare my gravestone epitaph: GENE... Educator, Novelist, Humanitarian and Humorist - TO KNOW HIM WAS TO LOVE HIM - Rest in Peace ....... But while I am still walking the earth do not hesitate to contact me at: bobbyslingshot8@gmail.com
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I'm sure there are so many out there who like myself have a novel in the works. Why not have a thread where we can share opinions on each other's work? Let me start the ball rolling with an excerpt from my novel, THE MAN WHO THOUGHT HE HEARD JENNY LIND SING... I would appreciate opinion. No sycophancy please!
'It's slow Saturday in mid-December. Gene looks out through the darkening conservatory and snow clouds blanket Hillingdon. Snow falling like petals from the whitethorns of spring; snow drifting in oblique sheets over the Grand Union Canal at Uxbridge where sometimes on early summer morning jogs Gene used to see the former boxer and now painter, the late Kevin Finnegan, at work at his easel. Snow. Everywhere. Snowing in finely granulated powder, in damp spongy flakes, in thin, feathery plumes, snowing from a leaden sky steadily, snowing fiercely, shaken out of grey-black clouds in white flocculent dustings, or dropping in long low lines, like white spears gliding down from the silent heavens. But always silently!'
THE DAILY MAIL ... 21 st MAY 2011
James Delingpole interviews the author of the novel everyone is talking about. A few months ago he was an anonymous teacher in west London. Now Gene Vincent, author of 'The Man who thought he heard Jenny Lind sing...' is a literary superstar.
It is a glorious morning in the summer half term.
An unpretentious Nissan is parked in the driveway. Gene is standing in the doorway. Mahler's Das Leid von der Erde wafts though the open front window. On the hallstand hangs a Bogart-style Burberry trench coat. I am obviously in the home of a man of innate good taste. He greets me warmly and is straight through to the kitchen where he has been busy with the coffee grinder. The strong aroma of freshly ground Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee fills the air.
Gene is dressed casually in a plain grey T-shirt, faded chinos and flip-flop sandals. His is alone at home; his wife (also a teacher) is out shopping at the new Westfield Shopping Centre at Shepherds Bush and his seventeen year-old son, Paul, is off on a soccer training course. "He should be at home revising for his AS levels" mutters Gene, "but his ambition in life is to play for Brentford FC."
With his lithe build, supple movements and shaven head Gene looks much younger than his fifty-four years.
To be continued
An olive branch on the way...
Yes Detterling. Your nephew is right. It is unseemly that this feud is going on for now over twenty years. And in my view the fault is all yours You are totally intractable.
I have been thinking a lot about why you are the way you are. Why you continually make mountains out of molehills. I think it is because you have had such a cosy, pampered middleclass life. A primrose path. A rose garden. You have had no real pain, suffering, grief or tragedy in your life. For you a major crisis in your life would be an overdue library book.
Anyhow, I shall be sending out the dove of peace and an olive branch. All planned for Easter week.
Watch this space over the next few days.
Yours fraternally,
GENE
The Tay Bridge Disaster
William McGonagall
Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
‘Twas about seven o’clock at night,
And the wind it blew with all its might,
And the rain came pouring down,
And the dark clouds seem’d to frown,
And the Demon of the air seem’d to say-
“I’ll blow down the Bridge of Tay.”
When the train left Edinburgh
The passengers’ hearts were light and felt no sorrow,
But Boreas blew a terrific gale,
Which made their hearts for to quail,
And many of the passengers with fear did say-
“I hope God will send us safe across the Bridge of Tay.”
But when the train came near to Wormit Bay,
Boreas he did loud and angry bray,
And shook the central girders of the Bridge of Tay
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
So the train sped on with all its might,
And Bonnie Dundee soon hove in sight,
And the passengers’ hearts felt light,
Thinking they would enjoy themselves on the New Year,
With their friends at home they lov’d most dear,
And wish them all a happy New Year.
So the train mov’d slowly along the Bridge of Tay,
Until it was about midway,
Then the central girders with a crash gave way,
And down went the train and passengers into the Tay!
The Storm Fiend did loudly bray,
Because ninety lives had been taken away,
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
As soon as the catastrophe came to be known
The alarm from mouth to mouth was blown,
And the cry rang out all o’er the town,
Good Heavens! the Tay Bridge is blown down,
And a passenger train from Edinburgh,
Which fill’d all the peoples hearts with sorrow,
And made them for to turn pale,
Because none of the passengers were sav’d to tell the tale
How the disaster happen’d on the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
It must have been an awful sight,
To witness in the dusky moonlight,
While the Storm Fiend did laugh, and angry did bray,
Along the Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay,
Oh! ill-fated Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay,
I must now conclude my lay
By telling the world fearlessly without the least dismay,
That your central girders would not have given way,
At least many sensible men do say,
Had they been supported on each side with buttresses,
At least many sensible men confesses,
For the stronger we our houses do build,
The less chance we have of being killed.
The Archbishop of York has written to Cardinal Vincent Nichols, expressing his prayers, along with those of many faithful Anglicans, for the health of Pope Francis during his period of hospitalisation.
The Archbishop of York has written to Cardinal Vincent Nichols, expressing his prayers, along with those of many faithful Anglicans, for the health of Pope Francis during his period of hospitalisation.
In his letter, Archbishop Cottrell assures the Cardinal, 'We are praying for a good and swift recovery, for his comfort and peace, and also for all those who tend to him and minister to him.'
Reflecting on his recent time in Rome for the Ecumenical Vespers for the Feast of the Conversion of St Paul presided over by Pope Francis, Archbishop Cottrell recalled the Pope’s reminder that 'hope lies at the heart of the Gospel, the ecumenical endeavour, and this Jubilee Year.'
He concluded his message with a prayer that the Pope might be 'nourished by the hope of the Gospel and know the love and healing of Our Lord Jesus Christ in these days and the days ahead.'
Cardinal Nichols responded with gratitude for Archbishop Cottrell’s prayers and those of the Anglican faithful, acknowledging their significance during this challenging time for the Holy Father.
'In these times, when the burden of his office weighs ever more heavily, the Holy Father is strengthened by the prayerful support of so many,' the Cardinal wrote.
'Your words, filled with charity and fraternal care, are a testament to the deep bonds that unite us in Christ.'
To ensure the message of support reaches the Holy See, Cardinal Nichols has passed Archbishop Cottrell’s letter to the Apostolic Nuncio.
My dear brother in Christ,
I wanted to be in touch, given the continued news about the Pope's health. This comes to assure you and the faithful of the Roman Catholic Church, of my prayers and those many faithful Anglicans for the health of Pope Francis during this period of hospitalisation; we are praying for a good and swift recovery, for his comfort and peace, and also for all those who tend to him and minister to him.
I was present in Rome at the recent Ecumenical Vespers, over which His Holiness, presided and he reminded those in S. Paul's Outside the Walls that hope lies at the heart of the Gospel, the ecumenical endeavour, and this Jubilee year. And so we continue to pray that His Holiness might be nourished by the hope of the Gospel and know the love and healing of Our Lord Jesus Christ in these days and the days ahead.
This comes with my warm fraternal greetings.
As ever,
Archbishop Stephen Cottrell
Archbishop of York
Your Grace
I write to thank you most sincerely for your letter of 17th February 2025 and for your gracious wishes, and those of many faithful Anglicans, for the health of the Holy Father, and those who care for him.
Thank you for your kindness and concern.
In these times, when the burden of his office weighs ever more heavily, the Holy Father is strengthened by the prayerful support of so many. Your words, filled with charity and fraternal care, are a testament to the deep bonds that unite us in Christ.
I am passing a copy of your letter to the Apostolic Nuncio to ensure that your message of support reaches the Holy See.
Your sincerely,
Cardinal Vincent Nichols
Archbishop of Westminster
Last month, the chief rabbi of Rome accused Pope Francis of “selective indignation” in his comments about the Israel-Hamas war. “A pope cannot divide the world into children and stepchildren and must denounce the sufferings of all,” Rabbi Riccardo Di Segni said. “This is exactly what the pope does not do.”
The same charge was made when the Holy Father gave his “State of the World” address to the diplomats accredited to the Holy See in January. The persecution of Catholics in China was a “glaring omission,” stated the Pillar. When Pope Francis recently wrote to the U.S. bishops about the Trump administration’s deportation policy, the issue of China arose again. The letter demonstrators an “ugly contrast, bordering on hypocrisy, between the Holy See’s approach to U.S. conditions and those in China,” wrote Francis Maier.
Likewise, when it comes to Venezuela and Nicaragua, which have openly attacked the Catholic Church, the Vatican says little, often nothing. Why might this be? It could be that Pope Francis simply prefers to see no enemies to the left. Yet there are other explanations.
There will always be selective indignation. It is impossible for every tragedy to receive papal attention. How to decide why a flood in one place gets a papal telegram and an earthquake elsewhere does not? Why a massacre here but not there? As such, Di Segni’s view that the pope “must denounce the sufferings of all” is not practical.
There is also the question of what difference a papal denunciation might make. In 2021, the Holy See’s foreign minister, Archbishop Paul Gallagher, conceded a certain impotence regarding China. “Obviously Hong Kong is the object of concern for us,” he said.
Lebanon [for example] is a place where we perceive that we can make a positive contribution. We do not perceive that in Hong Kong. One can say a lot of, shall we say, appropriate words that would be appreciated by the international press and by many countries of the world, but I—and, I think, many of my colleagues—have yet to be convinced that it would make any difference whatever.
For some, it is not so much a question of impotence but abdication. “The Secretariat of State appears to be separating, or even suborning, the Holy See’s prophetic role from its pragmatic diplomatic efforts; in effect choosing a separation of Church and state affairs,” observed Ed Condon.
But beyond political, practical, and diplomatic arguments, it may be helpful to situate the Holy Father’s “selective indignation” in the distinction he draws between sinners and the corrupt. “This is the difference between a sinner and a man who is corrupt,” Pope Francis said in November 2013. “One who leads a double life is corrupt, whereas one who sins would like not to sin, but he is weak or he finds himself in a condition he cannot resolve, and so he goes to the Lord and asks to be forgiven. The Lord loves such a person, he accompanies him, he remains with him. And we have to say, all of us who are here: sinner yes, corrupt no.”
Pope Francis has applied this to the mafia, for example. A thief is a sinner, who may well repent and be forgiven. A mafioso has built an elaborate system around his crimes, even dressing them up in the disguise of community service and pious works. That is corruption and there is no longer a capacity for repentance. Sinners can be forgiven seventy times seventy times, but the corrupt cannot, for there is no acknowledgement of sin, no humility before God. The distinction is fundamental to how Francis understands the life of virtue and the reality of sin.
“A varnished putrefaction,” Pope Francis continued in his typically vivid formulations. “This is the life of someone who is corrupt. And Jesus does not call them simply sinners. He calls them hypocrites. And yet Jesus always forgives, he never tires of forgiving. The only thing he asks is that there be no desire to lead this double life. . . . Sinners yes, corrupt no.”
Thus Francis draws a distinction between the prostitute and the sex trafficker; between the distressed mother who seeks an abortion and the abortionist, whom he calls a “hitman” or “assassin”; between the whisky priest and the clericalist who guards his privileges while taking care to appear holy.
Could it be that Pope Francis applies that same distinction to his relations with states? Does he denounce immigration policies in Europe or America because he considers conversion possible? Is he addressing sinners who may well change? Such papal interventions are discussed, debated, and contribute to informing the public debate, not only among Christians. Perhaps it is a compliment to those criticized; the Holy Father does not consider them a lost cause.
In contrast, does he think it pointless to criticize Beijing over the Uighur Muslims interned in re-education camps? The Chinese Communist party is not sinful but a corrupt entity, entirely beyond any call to repentance and conversion. Does Pope Francis not speak out against Daniel Ortega or Vladimir Putin because gangster regimes have closed their ears and hearts?
Yet even if the corrupt are beyond reach, the words of the Holy Father would surely be a witness and a comfort to the victims of the corrupt. In the first few weeks of his pontificate, St. John Paul II visited Assisi. While greeting the enthusiastic crowd, someone called out for him to remember the Church of silence. John Paul turned toward the man and replied, “The Church of silence now speaks with my voice.”
Later, on his first visit to Poland as pope, he made the point formally. “[The pope] comes here to speak before the whole Church, before Europe and the world, of those often forgotten nations and peoples,” the Holy Father said. “He comes here to cry ‘with a loud voice.’”
Pope Francis does not doubt that he has a loud voice, and he is not shy about using it. He had doubts about whether it is worth speaking to those who do not want to listen. But there are others who would be comforted and encouraged by his voice.
Image by Mustafa Bader. Image cropped.