…I sure as heck wouldn’t be blogging, now would I? Seriously, I would follow my book The Life You Save May Be Your Own: An American Pilgrimage, which interwove the lives of American Catholic writers Walker Percy, Flannery O’Connor, Dorothy Day, and Thomas Merton, with an English sequel, giving the same treatment to Evelyn Waugh, Graham Greene, Muriel Spark, and Alec Guinness. Every time I think I’m really over being any sort of Anglophile, I come across some new bit of goodness. Last week, it was Piers Paul Read’s Guinness bio, which opens with the line, “My mother was a whore…”
File under: things I’d do if I weren’t a hack journalist.
I think you should tell Elie you plan to do it — and get his imprimatur. Make him your bitch.
Heavens, there's been a lot of writing on here in the last couple of days. I forgot to look. I'll have to read them tomorrow, now.
Very funny news – GB called a member of the public a bigot (on immigration), he thought privately, and it was overheard. The press told her, and she said, 'And he's an educated person!'
Reid is a good writer. I read "Hell and Other Destinations", an essay collection. He might be the last sensible British Catholic.