The Awl discovers Catholic end-times literature.
“How my friend Maria joined the Sacred Order of the Very 1970s Catholic Social Apocalypse/Baseball Novel.”
December 20, 2012 by at 11:14 am
The Awl discovers Catholic end-times literature.
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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Interesting! Had you heard of this book before?
I had not.
Let’s buy a Kollektiv copy for the low, low price of $240 and reprint it in Kindle format.
And THAT, people, is why we are the most successful Catholic publishing house of 2012.
I had to read this book in high school, believe it or not. Dreadful dreadful dreadful dreadful. At least I thought so at the time. I often thought of it when I read Love in the Ruins for the first time. At first as I began Love in the Ruins, I thought, “I’ve been here before.” When I realized that it was The Last Western I was thinking about, its flaws became all the more apparent.
I wonder if I still have my copy around here somewhere…
JOB
That is so fantastic that you had to read this book in high school. Percy For the Win.
Wow. I’m amazed and concerned. I was going to romp right over to ABE and order me up a copy, but now maybe not.
I had to read Johnny Got His Gun and One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest in high school. They were both quite excellent, I thought. Prior to that I never had to read anything, and I pretty much didn’t. That’s what they called education in those days.