From the Trinity Capital
Beyond the purple velvet drapes, the skeins of billowed gossamer, my hotel window looks down on the back gates of Trinity College. Up three floors and pierced by a late October sun, the room has been done up like a swinger’s pad, with leopard print and leather, with mirrors and conic shaded lights in orbit about the dark mass of the pillowed bed.
The Night of Susurrant Voices
God didn't put twelve months on the calendar so we could work them all.
The War Comes Home
This Friday, June 28, Copperhead, which Ron Maxwell directed from my adaptation of a Harold Frederic novella, opens in about 70 cities. A second...
Radical Traditionalists: The Fall of Triumph Magazine
This article first appeared in Ethika Politika, the journal of the Center for Morality in Public Life.
In May of 1970, back from the Vietnam War...
What You Need to Know About Henry David Thoreau
This is an entry in FPR’s One Thousand Words series. Over the next few months, perhaps longer, several dozen contributors will tell us what...
What You Need to Know About Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
This is an entry in FPR’s One Thousand Words series. Over the next few months, perhaps longer, several dozen contributors will tell us what...
What You Need to Know About John Lukacs
John Lukacs (1924-) is one of the last great narrative historians, to be numbered among Jacques Gibbon, Jacques Barzun, George Kennan and Samuel A. Huntington....
How Marx Explains the Pomo-Con/Front-Porch Divide, In Four Easy Steps
Via Rod Dreher, I see that the occasionally interesting blog Postmodern Conservative has departed its longtime home at the (often, if not always) theoconservative...
