A fellow writer questioned the premise in my novel, Mr. Hooks. He asked how do I expect readers to believe a catfish would know anything about movies. I asked him if he was a Christian. Puzzled, he stared at me. What’s that got to do with anything? I said: You believe God became a man, don’t you? The infinite became finite, the immortal mortal, spirit flesh. He paused, unsure of his theology. Then he replied. I suppose I do. I responded: And you think it’s strange that a catfish can be a film critic?
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Aren’t critics, by their nature, already bottom feeders? 🙂
Jeremy, I agree, but they’re a necessary species.
I believe I asked you that same question Lance. Or something close.
I think you’re right, Mike. Was my anwer just as tactful?
Levens, are you stirring up trouble in the literary world?
Nope. Honest question, honest, but lengthy answer. I’m glad he asked the question. Otherwise I would never have seen the faith connection.