Christ's Cross is Christ's way to Christ's Crown. This is the subject of the following Discourse; first written during my confinement in the Tower of London, in the year 1668, now reprinted with great enlargements of matter and testimonies, that thou, Reader, mayest be won to Christ; and if won already, brought nearer to Him. It is a path, God, in his everlasting kindness, guided my feet into, in the flower of my youth, when about twenty-two years of age: then He took me by the hand, and led me out of the pleasures, vanities, and hopes of the world. I have tasted of Christ's judgments and mercies, and of the world's frowns and reproaches: I rejoice in my experience, and dedicate it to thy service in Christ. It is a debt I have long owed, and has been long expected: I have now paid it, and delivered my soul. To my country, and to the world of Christians, I leave it: my God, if He please, make it effectual to them all, and turn their hearts from that envy, hatred, and bitterness, they have one against another, about worldly things; sacrificing humanity and charity to ambition and covetousness, for which they fill the earth with trouble and oppression; that receiving the Spirit of Christ into their hearts, the fruits of which are love, peace, joy, temperance, and patience, brotherly kindness and charity, they may in body, soul, and spirit, make a triple league against the world, the flesh, and the devil, the common enemies of mankind; and having conquered them through a life of self-denial, by the power of the Cross of Jesus, they may at last attain to the eternal rest and kingdom of God.
Here is George Fox's finest fiction. In Without Music, the tense and hilarious novel that opens this collection, Merle Kraft returns to Majorca on a desperate mission. To save his child's life, he must shadow a beautiful psychopath. Besides, Merle has to cope with smugglers, a tweedy British nymphomaniac, a Mafia wire-tapper turned preacher, a bizarre band of war veterans, and an ex-wife who won't go away.
I love the book. Fox is a brilliant, witty writer who has mastered his craft superbly. Without Music is as haunting a story as it is a solidly satisfying piece of entertainment.
---Mario PuzoA strange, rueful, wise, most unusual novel by an author who owns a rich fund of surprises. ---Bruce Jay Friedman In addition to Without Music, this book restores to print two darkly comic stories first published in Esquire and Paris Review. In an afterword, X. J. Kennedy remembers George Fox and offers a critical appreciation.