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Sunday, 13 March 2016

BORN TO BE BLUE

Review by John Hodgins ( with Jane Hodgins)

With its opening notes arranged by the luminous jazz musician David Braid* the audience knew we were in for both a musical and artistic treat on the opening night of what will be a landmark Canadian film production, Born to be Blue. 

The acting, which should lead to an Oscar nomination for Ethan Hawke, established the gentle, perplexing, and maddening character of the lost soul who was trumpeter Chet Baker.

A slave to his musical genius and to heroin, Baker is examined through the prisms of his manager (Callum Keith Rennie) and his long-suffering black girlfriend Jane (Carmen Ejogo). The nuances of the fifties and sixties are established with period artwork and the sweet jazz trumpet, piano, and bass of the era arranged by Braid and performed by his Toronto-based David Braid Quartet against the background of a black and white film canvas for retro-shots.

These production elements complement the gritty real-world scenes which lead up to the turning-point physical violence which left Chet Baker in a long period of recovery after a brutal beating by drug dealers to whom he owed money. His addiction and the paralyzing self-doubt, which the film portrays as stemming from his lonely upbringing in rural Oklahoma and his difficult relationship with a harsh father (Stephen McHattie), further complicate Baker's attempts at rehabilitation.

Baker’s musical talent struggles to re-emerge as he works harder than “any addict known” to his probation officer (Tony Nappo) to recover and re-establish his jazz-god image with the support of Dizzie Gillespie (Kevin Hanchard). Miles Davis (Kedar Brown) appears throughout the film as an antagonist who views Chet as a threat, which is another source of Baker's self-doubt.
 
Ethan Hawke
The supporting cast, largely Canadian (Stephen McHattie, Janet-Laine Green, Dan Lett, Kevin Hanchard, Katie Boland), sketch a strong and convincing human landscape against which Hawke inhabits the dark and deeply troubled world of the fantastically talented, sensitive, and infuriating addict who admits that he selfishly “loves to be high” more than he can find it in himself to respect those who help him or to love Jane, his stalwart, beautiful, and most sympathetic guardian angel/“funny Valentine.”

Baker’s ultimate choice to pursue his jazz accompanied by heroin use rather than to commit to his pregnant fiancĂ©e powerfully illustrates the profound reality of evil and destruction that has been the ruin of many in the world of professional music.

The most disappointing aspect of this opening night was the Q & A segment following the film with moderator, director Annie Bradley, interviewing writer/director Robert Budreau and producer Leonard Farlinger The many unsatisfying answers to banal and monochrome “inside the industry” questions eschewed audience participation despite the fact that the opening night audience was packed with jazz aficionados.

With bows to the dictatorship of relativism, Robert Budreau repeatedly and somewhat self-righteously defended the film as “non-judgmental” of Baker's downward spiral into drug abuse after a period of being clean. The facts of Baker's addiction ~ his self-destructive choices, his emotional abuse of Jane, his chronic breaking of trust with those around him ~ illustrate how very devastating and harmful Baker's life choices were to him and others.

Chet Baker after years of heroin addiction
We know what we see, despite the attempts of those sitting on stage in a politically correct bubble. Casting no aspersions on Baker's drug-addled behaviour, Bradley, Budreau, and Farlinger presented as a hip trio seeing no evil, hearing no evil, and speaking no evil. The attitude of those standing over the corpse seemed to say: “Hey, many creative geniuses are drug addicts; lets not moralize.”  This is not a helpful reflection on the lives brought to disaster as their humanity is wounded by the sweet stab of the needle –  friends and loved ones left to pick up the shards of ruined lives.

The film portrays Baker's decadent spiral into heroin addiction and cries out for the viewer to make a judgment without condemning the painful circumstances of this gifted musician on the road to becoming a jazz icon. The film itself deserves, and will receive, considerable attention because of the artistry of Ethan Hawke's portrayal of the tortured Baker and the brilliant jazz contributions of the David Braid Quartet featuring Braid on piano and Kevin Turcotte on trumpet. Budreau has praised the Canadian production crew who contributed generously and unstintingly to the film and has carved out some high ground for Canadian filmmakers.



* David Braid is a practising Catholic and noted Canadian Jazz Musician.
 

Friday, 11 March 2016

HOLY WEEK AND EASTER 2016


 St. Thomas More, Toronto

Palm Sunday, March 20
4:00 p.m.– Blessing of Palms, Procession & Sung Mass
(Beginning on the steps of the church.)

Maundy Thursday, March 24                          
7:00 p.m. – French Liturgy of the Last Supper – Vigil

Good Friday, March 25                                                    
12 noon – Solemn Liturgy of the Passion

Easter Sunday, March 27                 
4:00 p.m. – Sung Mass with Blessing of Easter Baskets

Divine Mercy Sunday, April 3        
2:00 p.m. – Visit to the Holy Door at St. Paul’s Basilica

4:00 p.m. – Sung Mass at STM & Pot Luck Supper


Monday, 29 February 2016

Reading Sigrid Undset, Novelist and Catholic Convert


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Sigrid Undset
(1882-1949)
Cynthia Grenier argues that the work of the Nobel Laureate and Catholic convert, Sigid Undset, today is overlooked by the politically correct universities.  Hence they are missing out on one of the most insightful novelists of all time.
In her article: "Reading Sigrid Undset" Grenier describes the life and work this brilliant Norwegian who lived in the 19th and 20th centuries.  Here are some excerpts:
Seventy years ago Norwegian novelist Sigrid Undset was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature. At 46 she was one of the youngest authors and only the third woman to be so honoured. 
As the decades have passed, it has become ever more evident that Undset's talent as a novelist places her, along with George Eliot, as one of the only two women meriting a place in the pantheon of the world's greatest writers. And to Undset herself goes surely the distinction of being the premier Catholic novelist of either gender [in recent years].
At the Nobel award ceremony in Stockholm, Par Hallstrom, a distinguished author in his own right and a member of the Swedish academy, praised her for her remarkable recreation of medieval life in her two major works, Kristin Lavransdatter and The Master of Hestviken, and for her profound insight into the "complex relations between men and women." But Undset's two masterworks explore matters far deeper than just the relationship between men and women. She is concerned with that ultimate relationship in life that of man and woman to their God.
Even so, Hallstrom's evaluation has stood the test of time admirably. Undset's two powerful novels, translated into 17 languages shortly after their original publication, have remained in print in English since 1925 (for the trilogy Kristin) and 1930 (for the tetralogy The Master). 
Vintage Books, a division of Random I-louse, recently brought out Kristen in paperback with handsome new covers. And Penguin Classics has issued its own edition with a new translation by Tina Nunnally (awarded a prize by the American Translators Association for her translation of the best-selling Danish thriller, Smilla's Sense of Snow). 
The Vintage edition of Kristen has sold 100,000 copies since 1989, while The Master, a much less well-known work in this country, still has sold some 60,000 during the same period. 
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The writer emerges
Still, in recent decades the fashionable but decidedly unfortunate move away from religion and traditional values in American life, combined with Undset's Catholicism, may have constituted something of a barrier to her works being treated in women's studies programs or taken up by establishment critics. 
By all rights, Undset's wonderfully vivid portrayal of women as strong, capable, complex beings would, one might have thought, make her writings eminently attractive to women of today. Possibly better than any other writer, she depicts women as tremendously capable in dealing with practical matters, while also exemplifying maternal virtues. 
It is worth noting that inquiries into women's studies programs at Georgetown University and Harvard College drew complete blanks on her as a subject. Not only were Undset's novels absent from every reading list, but they were literally unknown to a number of professors.
Undset's own road to the Church was long, and in some ways it seems more understandable in contemporary terms than in those of her day. Her father was a respected Norwegian archaeologist and her mother, an educated and independent-minded woman from an affluent Danish family, assisted her husband as a secretary and illustrator. 
Both parents were atheists who brought up their three daughters to share their way of thinking. The mother was startlingly progressive for the 1880s, sending her girls to the first and only coeducational school in Oslo and dressing them in boys' breeches beneath their skirts.
The Scandinavian countries were notorious for their rigid Protestantism; the population was often repressed and repressive in their social behavior. Undset's beloved father died at 43 when she was only 11, but he had introduced her at a very young age to the Norse sagas that she soon precociously learned to read in Old Norse and Old Icelandic. The vision of the world presented in these stories was to mark her most celebrated fiction in years to come.
With her father's death, the family was left with almost no resources. Undset refused a scholarship to a university to avoid being pigeonholed as a future teacher, a profession to which she felt no inclination. 
Undset wanted to be a painter, but she had no money to attend art school. Instead, at 15 her mother sent her to a commercial academy. A year later, her hair still in long pigtails, she went to work as a secretary at the German Electrical Company in Oslo. She found the position dull and disagreeable, but for ten years it enabled her to support her mother and two younger sisters until they were old enough to become self-supporting.
To alleviate the daily tedium, Undset took to writing in the evenings, essentially putting in 18-hour days. When she was 20, she mentioned in a letter to a Swedish friend that she was absorbed in writing a novel set in the Middle Ages. 
Two years later, she sent her manuscript — an early form of what she would develop into The Master of Hestviken — to a leading publishing house, Gyldendal, only to get a cold rejection. "Don't try your hand at any more historical novels," wrote editor Peter Hansen. "It's not your line." The editor did, however, encourage her to try her hand at a more contemporary subject: "One can never tell!" 
Undaunted and determined  Undset did write another novel, Mrs. Marta Oulie, set in modern-day Norway. She sent it to a different publisher, who promptly accepted it for publication. The opening sentence, "I have been unfaithful to my husband," guaranteed that the novel would be talked about in literary circles. 
Two years later, perhaps to show the editor at Gyldendal she was indeed capable of writing an historical novel, she produced Gunnar's Daughter, which was set at the beginning of eleventh-century Norway.
The swiftly paced, 150-page novel (which Penguin Classics has just issued this year) is a story of extraordinary passion and violence, all the more so for having been written by a 26-year-old office worker with little experience of the world. 
Drawing on her intimate knowledge of the ancient sagas, Undset situated her tale at a time when the country was emerging from paganism and Christianity was just beginning to make inroads into daily life. 
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Undset's Catholic Faith 
Sigrid Undset
(1882-1949)

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Sigrid Undset received the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1928, for her remarkable description of life during the Middle Ages in Scandinavia, the 3-volume Kristin Lavransdatter.

She wrote 36 books, the mediaeval novels being one part. Another part are her contemporary novels of Kristiania (now Oslo) and Oslo between the turn of the century and the 1930s, the third part being literary essays and historical articles. Her authorship is wide-ranging and of remarkable depth and substance. None of Sigrid Undset's books leaves the reader unconcerned. She is a great storyteller with a phenomenal knowledge of the labyrinths of the human mind.
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By Sigrid Undset: Kristin LavransdatterThe Bridal Wreath, the Mistress of Husaby, the CrossThe Master of Hestvike (in four volumes): The AxeThe Snake PitIn the WildernessThe Son AvengerJenny.

In the two masterworks written by Undset, Christian belief is essential to the stories and to herself being received into the Catholic faith 15 years later.  
In The Story of Viga-Ljot and Vigdis Undset portrays the main character, Vigdis, converting to Christianity mainly out of affection for  a favour a kindly monk. 
Speaking of Vigdis "She was not very zealous in the faith, for she had much to see to on her estate. " Vigdis lives on for another ten years. Her son, whom she bore as the result of rape delivered his father's head to her, and then leaves her, saying, "If I live, I will surely come back some day." But he never does. 
Vigdis dies alone, mourning, "I could not have hated him so long — it was the worst of all, that I would have loved him than any other man."
Undset borrowed not only from the Norse sagas, but from Scandinavian ballads as well. At least 20 such ballads have come down to us that recount tales of rape — though certainly not as Undset presents it — or attempted rape of a maiden, a theme not to be found in any of the sagas. Vigdis's rage and fury at her rape and her anguish during her pregnancy and solitary childbirth are completely comprehensible in modern terms. 
Although the custom of leaving a newborn to die may have been very much part of the culture of those distant centuries, Vigdis's angry desperation at her child's birth is echoed even today in recent accounts we have seen on the evening news.
Viga-Ljot may have brutally taken advantage of Vigdis, but Undset makes the character of this rugged warrior understandable, even sympathetic. She shows how he had had earlier evidence of Vigdis's interest in him. They had met alone in the woods together, kissed, and fondled on more than one occasion. More than once he told her he wanted to marry her. 
Even 20 years later, he tells her she is the only woman he has really loved. He admires her for her strength and courage, even when they are directed against him. But for Vigdis, justice is more important than love. Nominal Christian though she may be, her spirit is still anchored in the pagan world, far from the notions of forgiveness or yielding to a greater spiritual power.
Vigdis herself pays a terrible price for exacting her vengeance - dying alone without the presence of her only child or, more importantly, the comfort and support of dying in the faith. In a kind of terrible irony, Undset herself was to die in 1949, alone, in the middle of the night, and without the last rites of the Church. Her stoic nature had kept her from seeking any medical aid until it was too late. 
Of her three children by a talented if somewhat feckless artist (who may have inspired the character of Erland in Kristin Lavransdatter); the eldest died defending Norway against the Nazi invasion, a mentally handicapped daughter died at 20, and the youngest, a boy who accompanied his mother across Russia and Japan to the United States during the Second World War, seemed to have dropped completely out of her life. 
In an age when the most intimate details of the lives of virtually all celebrity figures are spread throughout the press and across television screens, it is surprising to discover how little we actually know of Undset's life. 
She wrote a memoir of her childhood in 1934, an account of her flight from Norway in 1942, and a memoir for children, Happy Times in Norway, published in English translation in 1942. For Twentieth Century Authors, published in 1940 at the height of the Russian invasion of Finland and only a few brief weeks before the Nazis crossed into Norway, Undset sent an autobiographical sketch to the editors. 
In an accompanying letter she wrote, "I have always hated publicity about myself. But as things are looking here in Fenno-Scandia at present — we may all be swallowed up and deported somewhere in Siberia by the Russian aggressors if Finland doesn't get the necessary support in her fight for independence — I have come to the conclusion that I may just as well tell something about myself whilst I can."
Of her marriage she speaks only of marrying a man with three children and soon having three of her own. Concerning her journey to the Catholic faith, she notes that "the war (World War 1) and the years afterwards confirmed the doubts I always had about the ideas I was brought up on — (I felt) that liberalism, feminism, nationalism, socialism, pacifism, would not work, because they refused to consider human nature as it really is." 
Simply and eloquently, Undset describes her coming to Catholicism as the arrival at her spiritual home:
By degrees my knowledge of history convinced me that the only thoroughly sane people, of our civilization at least, seemed to be those queer men and women the Catholic Church calls Saints. They seemed to know the true explanation of man's undying hunger for happiness — his tragically insufficient love of peace, justice, and goodwill to his fellow men, his everlasting fall from grace. Now it occurred to me that there might possibly be some truth in the original Christianity.
But if you desire to know the truth about anything, you always run the risk of finding it. And in a way we do not want to find the Truth — we prefer to seek and keep our illusions. But I had ventured too near the abode of truth in my researches about 'God's friends,' as the Saints are called in the Old Norse texts of Catholic times. So I had to submit. And on the first of November, 1924, 1 was received into the Catholic Church.
Both Kristin Lavransdatter and The Master of Hestviken detail the long, often difficult lifelong road of the two eponymous protagonists, each equally strong-willed, to submit to a higher power and attain their final salvation. Given the torn fabric of our culture today, a fabric marked by so much that is ugly, wrong-headed, and destructive, Undset's world, where values really matter, gives us a welcome opportunity for spiritual renewal.

Grenier, Cynthia. "Reading Sigrid Undset Today." Crisis 17, no. 2 (February 1999): 28-33.
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Wednesday, 24 February 2016

Sylvester Tan, SJ - Deacon at STM Trinity Sunday Solemn Mass, May 22

On Trinity Sunday, May 22, STM will be delighted to welcome, D.V., the newly ordained Rev. Sylvester Tan, S.J. as Deacon and Preacher on the occasion of his first Solemn Mass following ordination to the diaconate. 

Mass as usual is at 4:00 pm and we will welcome visitors and friends to a reception following.






 Catholic Parish of St. Thomas More, Personal Ordinariate CSP, Toronto.

Wednesday, 17 February 2016

Pope Francis' Lenten homily in Ciudad Juarez on the final day of his visit to Mexico

In the second century Saint Irenaeus wrote that the glory of God is the life of man. It is an expression which continues to echo in the heart of the Church. The glory of the Father is the life of his sons and daughters. There is no greater glory for a father than to see his children blossom, no greater satisfaction than to see his children grow up, developing and flourishing. The first reading that we have just heard points to this. The great city of Nineveh, was self-destructing as a result of oppression and dishonour, violence and injustice. The grand capital’s days were numbered because the violence within it could not continue. 
Then the Lord appeared and stirred Jonah’s heart: the Father called and sent forth his messenger. Jonah was summoned to receive a mission. “Go”, he is told, because in “forty days Nineveh shall be overthrown” (Jon 3:4). Go and help them to understand that by the way they treat each other, ordering and organizing themselves, they are only creating death and destruction, suffering and oppression. Make them see this is no way to live, neither for the king nor his subjects, nor for farm fields nor for the cattle. Go and tell them that they have become used to this degrading way of life and have lost their sensitivity to pain. Go and tell them that injustice has infected their way of seeing the world. “Therefore, go Jonah!”. God sent him to testify to what was happening, he sent him to wake up a people intoxicated with themselves.
In this text we find ourselves before the mystery of divine mercy. Mercy, which always rejects wickedness, takes the human person in great earnest. Mercy always appeals to the latent and numbed goodness within each person. Far from bringing destruction, as we so often desire or want to bring about ourselves, mercy seeks to transform each situation from within. Herein lies the mystery of divine mercy. It seeks and invites us to conversion, it invites us to repentance; it invites us to see the damage being done at every level. Mercy always pierces evil in order to transform it.
The king listened to Jonah, the inhabitants of the city responded and penance was decreed. God’s mercy has entered the heart, revealing and showing wherein our certainty and hope lie: there is always the possibility of change, we still have time to transform what is destroying us as a people, what is demeaning our humanity. Mercy encourages us to look to the present, and to trust what is healthy and good beating in every heart. God’s mercy is our shield and our strength.
Jonah helped them to see, helped them to become aware. Following this, his call found men and women capable of repenting, and capable of weeping. To weep over injustice, to cry over corruption, to cry over oppression. These are tears that lead to transformation, that soften the heart; they are the tears that purify our gaze and enable us to see the cycle of sin into which very often we have sunk. They are tears that can sensitize our gaze and our attitude hardened and especially dormant in the face of another’s suffering. They are the tears that can break us, capable of opening us to conversion.
This word echoes forcefully today among us; this word is the voice crying out in the wilderness, inviting us to conversion. In this Year of Mercy, with you here, I beg for God’s mercy; with you I wish to plead for the gift of tears, the gift of conversion.
Here in Ciudad Juárez, as in other border areas, there are thousands of immigrants from Central America and other countries, not forgetting the many Mexicans who also seek to pass over “to the other side”. Each step, a journey laden with grave injustices: the enslaved, the imprisoned and extorted; so many of these brothers and sisters of ours are the consequence of a trade in human beings.
We cannot deny the humanitarian crisis which in recent years has meant migration for thousands of people, whether by train or highway or on foot, crossing hundreds of kilometres through mountains, deserts and inhospitable zones. The human tragedy that is forced migration is a global phenomenon today. This crisis which can be measured in numbers and statistics, we want instead to measure with names, stories, families. They are the brothers and sisters of those expelled by poverty and violence, by drug trafficking and criminal organizations. Being faced with so many legal vacuums, they get caught up in a web that ensnares and always destroys the poorest. Not only do they suffer poverty but they must also endure these forms of violence. Injustice is radicalized in the young; they are “cannon fodder”, persecuted and threatened when they try to flee the spiral of violence and the hell of drugs, not to mention the tragic predicament of the many women whose lives have been unjustly taken.
Let us together ask our God for the gift of conversion, the gift of tears, let us ask him to give us open hearts like the Ninevites, open to his call heard in the suffering faces of countless men and women. No more death! No more exploitation! There is still time to change, there is still a way out and a chance, time to implore the mercy of God.
Just as in Jonas’ time, so too today may we commit ourselves to conversion; may we be signs lighting the way and announcing salvation. I know of the work of countless civil organizations working to support the rights of migrants. I know too of the committed work of so many men and women religious, priests and lay people in accompanying migrants and in defending life. They are on the front lines, often risking their own lives. By their very lives they are prophets of mercy; they are the beating heart and the accompanying feet of the Church that opens its arms and sustains.
This time for conversion, this time for salvation, is the time for mercy. And so, let us say together in response to the suffering on so many faces: In your compassion and mercy, Lord, have pity on us … cleanse us from our sins and create in us a pure heart, a new spirit (cf. Ps 50).
I would like to take this occasion to send greeting from here to our dear sisters and brothers who are with us now, beyond the border, in particular those who are gathered in the University of El Paso Stadium; it’s known as the Sun Bowl, and they are led by monsignor Mark Seitz. With the help of technology, we can pray, sing and together celebrate the merciful love that the Lord gives us and that no border can stop us from sharing. Thank you brothers and sisters at El Paso of making us feel like one family and one, same, Christian community.