A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Literature & History
Letters from an American
Beau of the Fifth Column
This American Life
The Writer’s Almanac
San Diego Reader
The Stranger
The Inlander
Adoremus
Charlotte was Both
The Onion
From Empty Hands
Ellen Finnigan
America
Commonweal
First Things
National Review
The New Republic
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
DarwinCatholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Wiseblood Books
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“I tried to read him when I did because I thought of him as the opposition and I wanted to know what the opposition said and thought, or I thought I did, but too often it was too awful, too enraging, to finish. I knew civilized people were supposed to read the ideas of people who disagreed with them and at least think about them. In this way I was not so civilized.”
This passage tells us all we need to know – that the mind which stops in uncivilized Paris 1789, disregarding Cicero and Quintilian, can never produce truly great writing.
It’s not about the thinking; it’s about the memories. You big silly.
I know. I’m just remembering right along with ’em – and not forgetting Cicero and Quintilian.
Sorry, I’m grumpy today. I have to clean out 15 years of accretion from my office…
JOB
Good gravy.
Yeah, that column on AIDS and tattoos wasn’t his best.
Still, all that fawning over Pat is … so Gay.
Thanks for the tip. I depend on you and JOB for these pieces on the fringe of journalism. Which is to say, anything not posted at National Review or Real Clear Politics.
Heh.
Thanks Broderick, great stuff.
Thanks Broderick, great stuff per usual
So, newspapers are dead; the novel is dead; Leonard Cohen said that man and woman are a shining artifact of the past and now blogging is dead. Everything is death. The best lack all conviction…
You’re a real bummer, man.
Now you’re getting the hang of it.
NOOOOOO! (falling into the bowels of Cloud City)