Jason Peters tends a small acreage in Ingham County, Michigan, and teaches English at Hillsdale College. A founding member of FPR, he is the editor of both Local Culture: A Journal of the Front Porch Republic and Front Porch Republic Books. His books include The Culinary Plagiarist: (Mis)Adventures of a Lusty, Thieving, God-Fearing Gourmand (FPR Books 2020), Wendell Berry: Life and Work (University Press of Kentucky 2007), Land! The Case for an Agrarian Economy, by John Crowe Ransom (University Press of Notre Dame, 2017), and Localism in the Mass Age: A Front Porch Republic Manifesto (co-edited with Mark T. Mitchell for FPR Books, 2018).
Jason Peters
Articles by Jason Peters
Two Last Suppers and Ordinary Greatness: A Double Eulogy
What are the compensations on the downhill side of life?
David Bosworth on his New Book, Conscientious Thinking: Making Sense in an Age of Idiot Savants
No one who cares about the condition of our culture can afford to ignore Conscientious Thinking. --Jackson Lears, editor, Raritan
From the Nut House (And Into the Nut House) the Bar Jester Returns!
They should be required to share a double bed and commit adultery with each other every night—twice if possible.
Don’t Miss This Book
Front Porcher Rob Grano has a lovely little review of John Lewis-Stempel's The Running Hare: The Secret Life of Farmland. It's over at The University Bookman. Here's a taste: "Really:…
Bill Kauffman on Why We Don’t Need a President
Only the Anti-Federalists, it seems, could envision Lyndon B. Johnson or George W. Bush.
The Holy Earth and Liberty Hyde Bailey’s Front Porch Cred
He wrote sixty-five books and had a hand in another hundred and thirty-five.
Bar Jester’s Writing Seminar II; or, How to Write Like a Philosopher
If you want to write worse than the average undergraduate male, consider philosophy.
John Tavener’s The Protecting Veil: A Brief FPR Revaluation
Marian devotion remains stubbornly enduring.
Oneself as Another in the Controlled Burn: A Dispatch
Low flames and smoke and visions of the eschaton.
Something’s Fishy–But Not Very–At Dinnertime
Ingham County, MI As darkness falls upon what a friend of mine charitably calls “Jack-Ass Acres,” and as the promise of rain comes with the moving clouds at the end…
The Dumb Ass Suffers a Cardio-Semantic Arrest
It’s the Big One. Tell the kids I love them. Wait at least a week to remarry.
The Night of Susurrant Voices
God didn't put twelve months on the calendar so we could work them all.
An Ancient Legacy of Form: Guardini on Mastery and Nearness
Our dwelling place is the state not of nature but of culture.
On Being a Worthy Heir of the Agrarian Contrarians
But, as Shakespeare wrote, we sometimes “by indirections find directions out.”
What’s Wrong With Iowa? (A Transplanted Professor Knows)
If you think you may legitimately enjoy the physical benefits of a place while dwelling in the airy regions of judgment above it, you’d better think again.