|The brilliant PZ Myers has ‘reviewed’ the second story in my short story collection, “Richard Dawkins, Antony Flew, and Mother Teresa go to Heaven.” Read it.
As before, I have no interest in responding in any detail, although I might say some things when he is done. I will say: “PZ, what makes you think Antony awakes in a garden?”
After reading the last review and the comments it spawned it became apparent that a little extra help on my part is needed. There seems to be difficulty understanding the texts in question. Therefore, a reader’s guide for each story has been composed. You may read the first one, for Mother Teresa, here.
Here again, a reader’s guide is useless if one doesn’t have the actual text to consult. In that same spirit, ‘criticism’ of my text will not be treated seriously on this blog if it is apparent the person is uninformed. Actually reading the text is the first step in that- which of course means, minimally, possessing a preferably legal copy of it- and some sign that one actually comprehended it is nice, too. But I’ll consider it a victory at this point if at least someone takes the time to read what he’s insulting, er, criticizing, before expecting to have those ‘criticisms’ taken seriously.
If you wish to meet that minimal criteria of respectability, you may pick up the books on Kindle and Nook through this link here.
As a final note, conversations about Antony Flew amongst a certain type tend to automatically leap to the assertion that Flew had lost his mind and been co-opted by apologists. I ‘treat’ this assertion here.
|PZ Myers is saying that I said that you must buy my stories in order to have any credibility in questioning them, which is nonsense. I’ve said that you must read the stories. There is an important difference there, the latter reflecting simple common sense. He accuses me of running away and hiding instead of clarifying the stories. Huh. I don’t see any emails in my inbox from PZ asking for such clarifications, or sending me his reviews in advance so I can have a fair chance to compose a response before they go live, or any hint that I have any outlet other than this blog to explain myself in any meaningful way if I decided I want to.
How can I possibly be ‘hiding’ when in fact I was never invited to the show?
No one has to buy my books. They don’t even have to read them. They only have to read them if they want me to take them seriously.
Then he says I have refused to address anything I’ve written, and in the next breath actually quotes me as saying “I might say some things when he is done.” And I’m supposed to take you seriously, PZ? You can’t even speak without misrepresenting me with the sentence contradicting you only TWO SENTENCES AWAY.
Yes, the first sentence of the story was that Flew wakes up in a garden. Since when did you begin relying on revelation? Did you empirically verify that Flew did, in fact, wake up in a garden? Perhaps he was mistaken. Or are you saying that the author of the story has a little extra authority to state what the meaning, intent, and purpose of his stories are, and what is going on in them?
This idea that I should ‘clarify’ anything to you, when you’ve done nothing but insult and demean and given no reasonable outlet for me to make a fair defense, is positively laughable. You are in no position to lecture anyone about bluster and hiding. You are hiding in your echo chamber with your minions pouncing on anyone who says anything contrary to your/their views. And note this, you PZ bots: this man who has extended no courtesy of response, not even the courtesy of a notification to allow me to respond, is the one telling you what my stories are about. Maybe you might want to take that into account before trusting the integrity of his assessments in his review.