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As Andrew Bacevich sees it, Americans have mutated into passive spectators, not active citizens, across a wide spectrum of once-sacred civic responsibilities.

"For Discrimination" offers the bravest and most honest defense of affirmative action in a long time (maybe ever), and for that we are in Randall Kennedy’s debt.

Four decades after Franco’s death, relics of the past are finding their way into Spain's museums, where they can be both preserved and politically neutralized.

From the roughly seventeen hundred letters Orwell wrote, Peter Davison has now made a generous selection, annotated with insight and without pedantry.

J. M. Coetzee's "The Childhood of Jesus" is a strange book, engaging but inscrutable, provocative but obscure.

Remarkable, a wave so sharp and sheer— / It is metal—hear it rattle, like a logger’s gear.

Neither death, nor life, nor angels, / nor principalities, nor powers, / nor things present, nor things to come...

No doubt about it. There was the trout stream. These were the woods. And that was a hymn where no hymn should be.

More thoughts on Joseph Bottum's "The Things We Share," and Nicholas Clifford's "Historical Amnesia."