{"id":403,"date":"2015-12-02T16:13:54","date_gmt":"2015-12-02T16:13:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/microcosmpublishing.dev\/blog\/2015\/12\/book-review-god-forgive-these-bastards\/"},"modified":"2016-02-02T16:30:08","modified_gmt":"2016-02-02T16:30:08","slug":"book-review-god-forgive-these-bastards","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/microcosmpublishing.com\/blog\/2015\/12\/book-review-god-forgive-these-bastards\/","title":{"rendered":"Book Review: God, Forgive these Bastards"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"god,We ask each of our interns to review one of our books before they go. Natalie heads home to Australia next week, and left us with these thoughts on our first and (until April 2016) only work of fiction…or is it fiction? To tell the truth, we’re not totally sure.<\/em><\/p>\n

I originally overlooked this book when I read the title on its spine\u2014I was feeling a little lazy that day and so I was looking for something that had a more \u2018familiar\u2019 title. But after flicking through a whole lot of DIY books, I began to crave something with a solid narrative, and that\u2019s when I reached for God, Forgive These Bastards: Stories from the Forgotten Life of Georgia Tech Pitcher Henry Turner<\/a>.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Being from Australia, I don\u2019t really know much about baseball or anybody named Henry Turner. After I read this book, I honestly don\u2019t know what I learnt from it at all. I realised quite quickly that these stories weren\u2019t really all that much about baseball. In fact, to me at least, it felt like they were more about America and the strange things that can happen to you here.<\/span><\/p>\n

God, Forgive These Bastards<\/span><\/i> begins with Rob Morton meeting Henry for the first time, at a bus stop in Portland, Oregon. Beginning in an ordinary biographical kind-of-way, the stories then take you into a direction that\u2019s a little less predictable. Kind of like when you accidentally catch the wrong bus and end up in an unfamiliar neighbourhood. Some of Henry\u2019s stories are violent and sad, and it was hard to know if they were true or not\u2014and while I was reading them, I really didn\u2019t want to know the truth.<\/span><\/p>\n

The whole concept of the book reminds me of when I ride the buses and see all of the other regular commuters. I try and imagine stories about what their lives were like before they ended up riding the same buses as I do\u2014and unless they approach me to tell a story about themselves, I\u2019ve usually been too shy to strike up a conversation.<\/span><\/p>\n

I guess what I\u2019m trying to say is, even though I\u2019m sure that there are so many different things that you could take away from these stories, I feel like this book helped me examine how we perceive and contribute to our own ideas of \u2018culture\u2019. Like the way it feels as though we\u2019re too absorbed in our own lives, and just too afraid of each other to talk and trade stories.<\/span><\/p>\n

I did find that a couple parts of the book were hard to believe because it felt like there were missing details that I would\u2019ve liked to know; nevertheless it was a good read. My favourite line from the book was in my least favourite chapter\u2014my least favourite because all of the things that happen are just so dark and horrible. Henry explains how he is feeling at a time when he feels incredibly vulnerable: enry<\/span>\u2018It was the kind of panic that I imagine the devil would make you feel if he walked over to the bed where you slept, lied down next to you, and wrapped his arms around your body.\u2019 And I like this line the best because it describes exactly how I felt reading that chapter.<\/span><\/p>\n

Morton also uses this book to talk about how down-and-out people like Henry are left unforgiven and hated. I don\u2019t know if he\u2019s really saying that we should forgive people for making us feel intense pain or for committing horrible crimes\u2014it does come across that way\u2014but Morton does explain that people shouldn\u2019t be defined by the bad things that they\u2019ve done, and I suppose that just listening to others to learn from their mistakes can be a good thing to do.<\/span><\/p>\n

Henry\u2019s stories are told with an honest voice, which makes the unbelievable, believable. These stories are crazy, and mean, and probably everything that you don\u2019t want to imagine your life to ever be. God, Forgive These Bastards<\/em> is definitely a book that I would read again, and the soundtrack by Mortons\u2019s band, The Taxpayers<\/em>, is equally as thrilling.<\/span><\/p>\n

If you want to read the book while playing the soundtrack on vinyl, we’re doing another pressing, and it’ll be available again in 2016<\/a>!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

After flicking through a whole lot of DIY books, I began to crave something with a solid narrative, and that\u2019s when I reached for God, Forgive These Bastards: Stories from the Forgotten Life of Georgia Tech Pitcher Henry Turner. Being from Australia, I don\u2019t really know much about baseball or anybody named Henry Turner. After I read this book, I honestly don\u2019t know what I learnt from it at all. I realised quite quickly that these stories weren\u2019t really all that much about baseball. In fact, to me at least, it felt like they were more about America and the strange things that can happen to you here.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[21,14],"class_list":["post-403","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blogifesto","tag-book-reviews","tag-books"],"my_excerpt":"

\"god,We ask each of our interns to review one of our books before they go. Natalie heads home to Australia next week, and left us with these thoughts on our first and (until April 2016) only work of fiction...or is it fiction? To tell the truth, we're not totally sure.<\/em><\/p>

I originally overlooked this book when I read the title on its spine\u2014I was feeling a little lazy that day and so I was looking for something that had a more \u2018familiar\u2019 title. But after flicking through a whole lot of DIY books, I began to crave something with a solid narrative, and that\u2019s when I reached for God, Forgive These Bastards: Stories from the Forgotten Life of Georgia Tech Pitcher Henry Turner<\/a>.<\/i><\/span><\/p>

Being from Australia, I don\u2019t really know much about baseball or anybody named Henry Turner. After I read this book, I honestly don\u2019t know what I learnt from it at all. I realised quite quickly that these stories weren\u2019t really all that much about baseball. In fact, to me at least, it felt like they were more about America and the strange things that can happen to you here.<\/span><\/p>

God, Forgive These Bastards<\/span><\/i> begins with Rob Morton meeting Henry for the first time, at a bus stop in Portland, Oregon. Beginning in an ordinary biographical kind-of-way, the stories then take you into a direction that\u2019s a little less predictable. Kind of like when you accidentally catch the wrong bus and end up in an unfamiliar neighbourhood. Some of Henry\u2019s stories are violent and sad, and it was hard to know if they were true or not\u2014and while I was reading them, I really didn\u2019t want to know the truth.<\/span><\/p>

The whole concept of the book reminds me of when I ride the buses and see all of the other regular commuters. I try and imagine stories about what their lives were like before they ended up riding the same buses as I do\u2014and unless they approach me to tell a story about themselves, I\u2019ve usually been too shy to strike up a conversation.<\/span><\/p>

I guess what I\u2019m trying to say is, even though I\u2019m sure that there are so many different things that you could take away from these stories, I feel like this book helped me examine how we perceive and contribute to our own ideas of \u2018culture\u2019. Like the way it feels as though we\u2019re too absorbed in our own lives, and just too afraid of each other to talk and trade stories.<\/span><\/p>

I did find that a couple parts of the book were hard to believe because it felt like there were missing details that I would\u2019ve liked to know; nevertheless it was a good read. My favourite line from the book was in my least favourite chapter\u2014my least favourite because all of the things that happen are just so dark and horrible. Henry explains how he is feeling at a time when he feels incredibly vulnerable: enry<\/span>\u2018It was the kind of panic that I imagine the devil would make you feel if he walked over to the bed where you slept, lied down next to you, and wrapped his arms around your body.\u2019 And I like this line the best because it describes exactly how I felt reading that chapter.<\/span><\/p>

Morton also uses this book to talk about how down-and-out people like Henry are left unforgiven and hated. I don\u2019t know if he\u2019s really saying that we should forgive people for making us feel intense pain or for committing horrible crimes\u2014it does come across that way\u2014but Morton does explain that people shouldn\u2019t be defined by the bad things that they\u2019ve done, and I suppose that just listening to others to learn from their mistakes can be a good thing to do.<\/span><\/p>

Henry\u2019s stories are told with an honest voice, which makes the unbelievable, believable. These stories are crazy, and mean, and probably everything that you don\u2019t want to imagine your life to ever be. God, Forgive These Bastards<\/em> is definitely a book that I would read again, and the soundtrack by Mortons\u2019s band, The Taxpayers<\/em>, is equally as thrilling.<\/span><\/p>

If you want to read the book while playing the soundtrack on vinyl, we're doing another pressing, and it'll be available again in 2016<\/a>!<\/em><\/span><\/p> ","my_excerpt_rendered":"

\"god,We ask each of our interns to review one of our books before they go. Natalie heads home to Australia next week, and left us with these thoughts on our first and (until April 2016) only work of fiction…or is it fiction? To tell the truth, we’re not totally sure.<\/em><\/p>\n

I originally overlooked this book when I read the title on its spine\u2014I was feeling a little lazy that day and so I was looking for something that had a more \u2018familiar\u2019 title. But after flicking through a whole lot of DIY books, I began to crave something with a solid narrative, and that\u2019s when I reached for God, Forgive These Bastards: Stories from the Forgotten Life of Georgia Tech Pitcher Henry Turner<\/a>.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Being from Australia, I don\u2019t really know much about baseball or anybody named Henry Turner. After I read this book, I honestly don\u2019t know what I learnt from it at all. I realised quite quickly that these stories weren\u2019t really all that much about baseball. In fact, to me at least, it felt like they were more about America and the strange things that can happen to you here.<\/span><\/p>\n

God, Forgive These Bastards<\/span><\/i> begins with Rob Morton meeting Henry for the first time, at a bus stop in Portland, Oregon. Beginning in an ordinary biographical kind-of-way, the stories then take you into a direction that\u2019s a little less predictable. Kind of like when you accidentally catch the wrong bus and end up in an unfamiliar neighbourhood. Some of Henry\u2019s stories are violent and sad, and it was hard to know if they were true or not\u2014and while I was reading them, I really didn\u2019t want to know the truth.<\/span><\/p>\n

The whole concept of the book reminds me of when I ride the buses and see all of the other regular commuters. I try and imagine stories about what their lives were like before they ended up riding the same buses as I do\u2014and unless they approach me to tell a story about themselves, I\u2019ve usually been too shy to strike up a conversation.<\/span><\/p>\n

I guess what I\u2019m trying to say is, even though I\u2019m sure that there are so many different things that you could take away from these stories, I feel like this book helped me examine how we perceive and contribute to our own ideas of \u2018culture\u2019. Like the way it feels as though we\u2019re too absorbed in our own lives, and just too afraid of each other to talk and trade stories.<\/span><\/p>\n

I did find that a couple parts of the book were hard to believe because it felt like there were missing details that I would\u2019ve liked to know; nevertheless it was a good read. My favourite line from the book was in my least favourite chapter\u2014my least favourite because all of the things that happen are just so dark and horrible. Henry explains how he is feeling at a time when he feels incredibly vulnerable: enry<\/span>\u2018It was the kind of panic that I imagine the devil would make you feel if he walked over to the bed where you slept, lied down next to you, and wrapped his arms around your body.\u2019 And I like this line the best because it describes exactly how I felt reading that chapter.<\/span><\/p>\n

Morton also uses this book to talk about how down-and-out people like Henry are left unforgiven and hated. I don\u2019t know if he\u2019s really saying that we should forgive people for making us feel intense pain or for committing horrible crimes\u2014it does come across that way\u2014but Morton does explain that people shouldn\u2019t be defined by the bad things that they\u2019ve done, and I suppose that just listening to others to learn from their mistakes can be a good thing to do.<\/span><\/p>\n

Henry\u2019s stories are told with an honest voice, which makes the unbelievable, believable. These stories are crazy, and mean, and probably everything that you don\u2019t want to imagine your life to ever be. God, Forgive These Bastards<\/em> is definitely a book that I would read again, and the soundtrack by Mortons\u2019s band, The Taxpayers<\/em>, is equally as thrilling.<\/span><\/p>\n

If you want to read the book while playing the soundtrack on vinyl, we’re doing another pressing, and it’ll be available again in 2016<\/a>!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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