I was on a plane holding back tears. I came to Ron Hansen’s Exiles knowing every character would die. It is a book about a shipwreck, a book about a famous poem memorializing the deaths of five nuns in that shipwreck. I knew Hopkins would die. But in that moment when the first nun was … More “I am Happy, so Happy”: Remembering Father Gerard
They used to tell of an elder who was dying at Scete. The brothers surrounded his bed. They put him in the habit and set about weeping. He, however, opened his eyes and laughed; then he laughed again and laughed a third time. The brothers implored him saying: “Tell us, abba, why are you laughing … More How to Make a Monk Laugh Part 2
Have you ever gone on a literary pilgrimage? Ever visited a childhood home of a beloved author. There’s Faulkner’s home in Mississippi or Laura Ingalls Wilder’s in De Smet. There’s the Bird and Baby for Inklings fans and the whole town of Providence for Lovecraft fans. Big Sur means something different after Kerouac along with … More Top Ten Tuesday: Ten Authors I want to Meet
We wanted a hero of the same stature as the villain he became. We wanted a glorious Republic that melded Camelot and Rome and 50s kitsch. We wanted a love story that made sense of it all, something that made us more comfortable with our own attraction to the monster. Instead we got this. There’s no … More And Now for Something a Little More Serious…
There is so much to recommend novel reading. Not only are novels perhaps the most delightful invention ever made, but they can improve our capacity for empathy and understanding of the minds and emotions of others. Reading can even be useful for managers who want to improve their ability to think ambiculturally. But even with … More What Novels Teach Us
There’s just been too much death lately on this blog. So I’ve decided that we all need a hug from Kirk again. That is all.
David Marcus – Lieutenant Saavik was right: You never have faced death. Kirk – No. Not like this. I haven’t faced death. I’ve cheated death. I’ve tricked my way out of death and patted myself on the back for my ingenuity. I know nothing. Marcus – You knew enough to tell Saavik that how we face death is … More There is a Place: Mourning with Poets