Three Sisters
by Bryan Taylor
About The Author
Bryan Taylor is a double PK, a preacher’s kid of a preacher’s kid. With that legacy he faced two destinies, being an unhappy triple PK (Jubilees 17:23, “He that is born unto the son of a preacher and himself preaches shall be miserable until his dying day and suffer eternal damnation.”), or being sacrilegious and happy.
He decided to forsake the Southern Baptists for Catholicism, but when he applied to join a convent, he was rejected (sex discrimination!), so he decided to do the next best thing: write a novel about the three nuns he would most like to meet.
Bryan Taylor was born in Louisiana, grew up in Michigan and Texas, went to school in Tennessee, South Carolina and California, taught in Switzerland for a year, and has traveled to 50 countries, more than any Pope except Saint John Paul II. He now lives in California, which is one of the few places with people crazier than him.
Author Links
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My Review:
★★★★☆
If you are easily offended, don't read this book. If you love to laugh and make fun of everything, then do read this book. Simple as that!
This book pokes fun at everything. I went into this not really knowing what to expect. I don't read much religious satire writings, or much in the way of either religious or satire books at all. So I was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed this book. It made me laugh out loud several times throughout the book and when I wasn't laughing I am sure I was grinning like an idiot.
Don't go into this expecting some great, in depth look at religion, or nuns, or anything serious. Don't expect the characters to have complex, detailed personalities. This is not the next great novel destined to be a classic and talked about at Ivy League colleges for the next century. What it is, though, is a great, light hearted read that will make anyone that doesn't take themselves too seriously laugh and shake their heads at the antics that these women get up to. This book will take you on a fun, sacrilegious journey that will make you almost feel like you are there with Coito and her sisters in arms.
I have to say that the image of a young girl sucking on some helium before entering a confessional is one of the funniest things that has stuck with me from the earlier part of the book. I can't believe I had never thought of it myself. I have a twisted sense of humor that really helped me get a kick out of this book. As I said before, if you get offended easily, or are super religious and take everything very seriously, then I would not recommend that you read this book.
I do recommend this book to everyone that loves to laugh, has an off the wall sense of humor, and enjoys a fun read involving nymphomaniac former nuns. If you believe in Hell, and that you will go there for reading and enjoying something that unapologetically makes fun of some very sacred beliefs, then don't read this book! Or take that chance, it might just be worth the risk because this book is more fun than a barrel full of midget priests inside a stolen hearse!
About The Book
Genre: Humor, Satire
Publisher: Dragon Tree Books
Release Date: July 23, 2013
Buy: Amazon
Book Description:
Nuns just want to have fun! But when three former Catholic nuns, Coito Gott, Theodora Suoraand Regina Granthave too much fun and get in trouble with the law, they become nuns on the run.
Driving back to Washington D.C. where they work at the Kennedy Center for the Performing Parts, the three sisters are arrested in Tennessee. After defeating the local deputy in strip poker, they escape from jail, and are pursued by the zealous Detective Schmuck Hole, who has personally offered a $10,000 reward for their capture on the 700 Club. Little do they know that when the three sisters visit the Washington Monument, their lives will change forever.
Set in 1979, The Three Sisters is a sacrilegious satire that skewers not only organized religion, but the government, the media, intellectuals, corporate greed and every other part of the establishment. Maybe not the greatest story ever told, but possibly the funniest.“Blessed are they who read The Three Sisters, for they shall inherit eternal laughter.” — Matthew 5:66
“The most pestilential book ever vomited out of the jaws of Hell.” — Billy Sunday
“Les trois soeurs valent bien une messe.” – Henry IV “Lasciate ogne speranza, voi che leggete Le Tre Sorelle.” – Dante Alighieri
Warning: The Surgeon General has determined that reading The Three Sisters may lead to Eternal Damnation. Side effects may include a renewed sense of humor and a better sex life.
Excerpts
The
college I was at had a small Newman Club for committed collegiate
Catholics, who still spent most of their youthful years behaving more
like St. Augustine than Cardinal Newman. Some of my friends and I set
up a Joyce Club as a refuge for lapsed Catholics, and during our
years there, we successfully filched several members of the Newman
Club and got them to join our own. Whenever this occurred, I could
share the great joy the father in the Bible must have experienced
when the Prodigal Son returned home, or the shepherd had found his
lost sheep. Working with this close-knit group of friends and
learning from each other made college worthwhile. Moreover, there
were hundreds of naïve young freshmen each year ripe for corrupting
whom I could gird up my loins for, exchange jelly for juice, and turn
them into cynics with amazing ease.
Academic
life also gave me the opportunity to express my artistic talents in
ways that impressed my coterie of college friends. When it snowed, a
not infrequent event in Chicago, we created chionic masterpieces that
lasted until the sun melted them away. Some were conventional, like
Marie Antoinette Gets the Guillotine, but when the college was too
cheap to build new sidewalks for its students we put together a
column of legless snowmen and snowwomen sitting on their carts and
pushing themselves along with paper signs on them saying, “Chicago’s
disabled demand new sidewalks!” Thus we married the avant-garde to
social activism.
We
would also create living art, recreating and transmogrifying great
works of the past. The one that got me and my fellow artists into
real trouble was when we recreated Da Vinci’s Last
Supper with me in
puris naturalibus as The Naked Maja
recumbent upon the table in front of Christ and his disciples. If the
college officials had complained about the anachronistic
juxtaposition of Da Vinci’s Cenacle and Goya’s Ode to Pubic Hair
as the Christ and his disciples argued over who was going to pay
thirty pieces of silver for me, I would have understood their
objections, but instead they complained about my full frontal nudity,
even though I was as faithful to Goya’s original as I could be.
Sure, Billy Sunday wouldn’t have liked it, but he had died decades
before. We referred to our masterpieces as Mama Art, the indirect
descendent of Dada Art.
This book sounds hilarious!
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