It is worth stopping to reflect on what Francis has described as “the very foundation of the church’s life,” now, while the Year of Mercy remains fresh in our minds.
The rewards for close attention to every scene and shot in "Moonlight" are the same as those for any patient reading of Henry James serpentine sentences.
Fond memories and beautiful places are fine, but they are not all that matters. Indeed, there is a “Catholic way of doing things” when it comes to death.
Bishop George Berkeley was one of the most interesting men of his age. Even today, his philosophical maxims are correctives to the abuses of patriotism.
Michael McCarthy's lifetime of engagement with the natural world—fueled by joy and wonder—is recounted in this book of memoir, reportage, and natural history.
Alex Beam has been bold enough to write a book about the struggle between two mighty literary opposites of the last century: Edmund Wilson and Vladimir Nabokov.
Shylock Is My Name is both a retelling of Shakespeare’s The Merchant of Venice and a sequel to it. The book’s prose is well wrought and its plot enjoyably twisty.
