St. Louis Archbishop Says He Didn’t Know It Was Illegal For Priests To Have Sex With Kids

From Church and State:

An archbishop from St. Louis testified last month that he “wasn’t sure” if he knew it was illegal for priests to have sex with children.

Robert Carlson, now a 69-year-old archbishop in St. Louis but formerly an auxiliary bishop in the Archdiocese of St. Paul and Minneapolis, gave a deposition last month for a lawsuit that claims the Minnesota Archdiocese and the Diocese of Winona caused a “public nuisance” by not disclosing information on abusive priests, the MPR news first reported.

Carlson additionally faces a clergy abuse lawsuit as part of the Archdiocese of St. Louis, where more than 100 priests and church employees have been accused of sexual abuse, the St. Louis Dispatch reports. Carlson has served as archbishop there since 2009.

Books I’ve Read in the Last Month

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Picking up from the last update:

The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot. Damn. It’s a mixture of sad reading and HOLY SHIT this is fascinating.

The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell. I went into this book with an open mind. Half of the people love Gladwell and half hate him. I found the book to be a random collection of anecdotes where he arbitrarily assigns as proof of his thesis. Feels a lot like bullshit to me. Put me in the 50% who hates his writing.

The Thorn Birds by Colleen McCullough. I reserved this from the library after McCullough died and it finally came in. I ended up skimming the last third of it. Good enough to kind of keep going but I wasn’t really in the mood for a soap opera.

Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand. Quick read about surviving weeks on the open water in the South Pacific before being captured by the Japanese and surviving a POW camp.

Reaper Man by Terry Pratchett. Theoretically, I should have really enjoyed this book and became a life long Pratchett fan (this is the only book I’ve read of his.) Realistically, I hated this book, didn’t understand anything about it and have no desire to pick up another Pratchett book. And I realize I’m in the minority here.

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn. I almost put this book down because I couldn’t stand any of the characters in it. I’m glad I didn’t. Enough twists to keep you guessing even though I ended the book still hating every character in it.


The Story of Ireland
, by Neil Hegarty. My St Paddy’s day reading.

In the Garden of Beasts, by Erik Larson. Loved this book. I haven’t read any other Larson before although his book covers are quite compelling. The story of the US Ambassador in Germany from 1933 to 1937 and his naive adult daughter who had romantic links to several Nazis. One of the best books I’ve read about the rise of the Third Reich seen by an American from within Germany since William Shirer’s Berlin Diary.

The Age of Miracles, by Karen Thompson Walker. The Earth’s rotation starts to slow causing the days and night to get longer and longer. Loved the premise. But it turns into a coming of age story of a young girl with the apocalypse as the backdrop. It’s like Lucifer’s Hammer mixed with Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret.

I, Claudius, by Robert Graves. This may be one of my favorite books of all time. It you’re roman history is a bit rusty, prepare to have some difficulty in the beginning sorting out what’s going on. But once you’re up to speed it is just a joy to read. Brilliant seeing ancient Rome through Claudius’s eyes.

Exodus, by Leon Uris. 600 pages that can be summed up in four words. Jews good! Arabs bad.