Remember James Frey?
He was the guy who wrote that book A Million Little Pieces about his supposed life overcoming addiction, went on Oprah, became famous, then was found out to be a fraud, went back on Oprah to apologize, and became even more famous.
Still don't recall the name? That's ok.
Anyhow, the guy is back in the news again. This month he has a book out titled The Final Testament of the Holy Bible. In it Frey attempts to move, enrage, and enthrall readers with a new mythology about the messiah in modern day New York. The book is an orgy [literally] of blasphemy...as much as Frey could muster. But it is the reaction to this blasphemy that is beginning to get interesting.
Consider this review out of the UK...
How cute. The blasphemers are now scrapping with each other about the worthiness of their blasphemy!The Final Testament of the Holy Bible is shocking. Shockingly bad, that is.
The problem with James Frey's book isn't blasphemy per se. Good blasphemy, unlike this adolescent theology, is valuable...
...there is good blasphemy and bad blasphemy. Good blasphemy is worth studying, whereas bad blasphemy is not. Good blasphemy conveys ethical and theological insights, whereas bad blasphemy is simply about complaint and shock. Both kinds of blasphemy might be published, but only the good type is worth spending time on. (It's a shame when bad blasphemy upsets believers and gains press coverage that encourages others to react to it.)
It seems we have reached somewhat of a postmodern milestone. We have actual competitive refutation within the ranks of the heretical agenda. It's sort of like the wicked antithesis of "iron sharpening iron."
Sorry Frey. You've been had and now it appears you need to repent. The question is: TO WHOM?