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Amaya Engleking: Advanced review for “Brother Cobweb”

(Amaya Engleking, poet, Gospel Isosceles)

As with his surreal and mystical paintings, Alfred Eaker’s Brother Cobweb portrays both the beauty and the horrifying distortion in the search for self-identity and purpose, all while having been deeply entangled in the swampy roots of a kitschy, hamburger-helper, “slut-for-Jesus” brand of Pentecostalism. And Eaker makes us laugh. A lot. After all, there’s no point in sitting through a holy ghost-inspired three-hour episode of Sunday evening service if you can’t add a few ‘wtf’ guffaws to the caterwauling. But be sure to chew your minty fresh “Testamint” first!

The true gift of Cobweb, however—apart from the gratifying interludes of musical abstractions, for the novel has more (and better) music recommendations than a hipster in a vinyl store—is our young protagonist, Calvin Elkan’s sense of religious adventure. While the typical post-modern hero would rationally turn one’s back on God and religion after suffering abuses and hypocrisies in their name— receiving accolades from the world while cloistering oneself in a bubble of unimaginative atheism—we get to experience the faith journey through the thoughtful artist spirit, which is a more rewarding story. In order for there to be divine justice, moral atonement, and maybe even hopeful happiness, Eaker invites all sincere wayfarers to consider a revelation of Calvin’s: “The Church needs me more than I need it.”


If you find this review intriguing, why not having a look inside “Brother Cobweb”?

About Alfred Eaker:

Alfred Eaker

Alfred Eaker is a prolific fine arts painter and muralist, an award-winning filmmaker and film critic, and a traditionally-published author. Following on the success of his debut novel, “Brother Cobweb,” Eaker is currently collaborating with Todd M. Coe on the related Graphic novel: “The Brother Cobweb Chronicles.It will be available in the spring 2021. The audiobook version of Brother Cobweb is also being produced, and will soon be released too.

As an American artist with an inquisitive soul, he has always been deeply engaged into the social and political climate of his country. Eaker is currently working on a mural painting entitled “Elvis: An American Hymn.” Through it, Eaker is trying to bring affirming answers to issues of race, integration and hope so desperately needed at this moment in America.

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“Blessed art thou, Simon Bar-Jona” with “My Life” by Amaya Engleking

Blessed art thou, Simon Bar-Jona. Flesh and blood hath not revealed it to thee, but my Father in heaven. Thou art Peter; and upon this rock I will build my church, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. ©Alfred Eaker, 2018

(reprinted with permission *) MY LIFE by Amaya Engleking

In 1984 I had colic but through 1993 the years were idyllic, running with wolves and kissing Jesus on the cheek. Watching the stars dance for me outside my bedroom window. When we moved from the sunshine when I was ten my hair slowly turned dark, and soon did everything else. I dreamt of the Colorado mountain skyline like dulcimer notation through the drugs and divorce and would hum the tune like it was family. I hit a grand slam in an all-star game the same year I was hit by a car. My little brother was scared to look at my demolished face for weeks. I didn’t get a permanent implant on my front tooth for a couple years. Then high school and college were all about making the grade. I didn’t get that wasn’t the point and still don’t really. But I never got a calling. Everything I tried to grasp dissipated as if in a dream — friendships, talents, what I thought was my identity. Faulty foundations. I escaped back and forth to China, like the proverbial backyard hole. It’s pointless learning a language if you have nothing to say. 2005-2009 were the darkest years of my life. I was just a shadow of myself.

Only when the Holy Spirit brought me to death when I was 24, did I glimpse true life in the risen Christ. And it was in me! My essence. Because, “For God so loved the world…” And I was part of that love. I discovered the mystical pilgrim church on earth and it far transcended the barbed institutional Churches or man-made religions of the world. Worshipping with anyone who seeks a life for God, I don’t need to defer to dogma of Catholic or any other authorities, as if the resurrection of our Lord, of myself, means nothing. I was again born, but not by unnecesarean section into the world but through the divine birth canal into the spirit, and I’d be forever free from the burden of doubt. I met my husband in 2009 as we were paired as wilderness co-instructors of adjudicated teenagers. Eight days on, six days off and we were learning every day and night out in the Capitan Mountains of southern New Mexico how to surrender to God. Still, for the next several years we battled desperate demons who were imminently losing us to Love.

We married in 2013 and parenthood began right away as I’ve been pregnant and/or nursing non-stop since a month after our wedding. So I will live the gospel like a mother nurses a child. This makes sense, though my story is far from complete. Every so often I miss those stars and their sky pirouettes, but I’ve learned it’s not worth it to be paralyzed by the world’s twirly wonders and then blind-sided and struck down. Abused by something that, while gorgeous and enchanting, never loved me at all. I may still be in infancy in my wisdom, but I do know true Love. And being beloved will sustain me for the rest of my life, and into what comes after.

2017, Amaya Engleking

(reblog) Merciful Heart — Gospel Isosceles

A broken twenty year old boy declared war on humanity and slaughtered his own mother, twenty first-graders, six elementary school staff, and then himself. This was six years ago and it doesn’t hurt any less. My hope is that anyone who suffers in isolation, anyone who feels unwanted by ‘the rest of humanity’, be the […]

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A Hundred Flowers — Gospel Isosceles (reblog) writing words about Amaya’s words feels damned inadequate. However, I will say briefly that her work always confronts and unnerves me in the best possible ways.

What are you waiting for? For me to admit that, like you, all I ever wanted was an open-concept floor-plan and a walk-in closet just for shoes I only wear once or twice a year? For a selection of grocers within a five-mile radius from which to choose where to get my daily bread […]

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