I had picture to put up of a new park I discovered, but my computer needs a driver or something, so I can’t get them off the camera. Since I’m on deadline, I will have to post them tomorrow.

In the meantime: Easter Everywhere, a memoir by Darcey Steinke, asks this controversial question: What if my abiding sense of misery isn’t due to abuse or balky neurotransmission, but to the absence of God in my life, to an unfulfilled relationship with my own divinity, as vouchsafed to me by the Creator?

At least, that is according to a New York Times review by Stephen Metcalf, who seemed to like the book:

Casting aside the language of biological sickness or talk-therapy self-pity for the language of spiritual sickness, a writer no longer needs to up the ante with increasingly extravagant examples of self-degradation. True, Steinke hits some of the familiar stations of the memoir cross: as a young girl, she ostentatiously reads “Mein Kampf” to provoke her elders; as a young woman, she finds herself drawn to boys who are “aloof and nihilistic”; and she eventually becomes a divorced mother badly in need of her scrips. But she nails the central question — of her memoir and perhaps of her life — with an extraordinary quote from Simone Weil. “One has only the choice between God and idolatry,” Weil wrote. “If one denies God … one is worshiping some things of this world in the belief that one sees them only as such, but in fact, though unknown to oneself imagining the attributes of Divinity in them.” Hence the title “Easter Everywhere.

Now I want to check this book out.