[Image: the Mississippi gravesite of Senator LeRoy Percy, Walker Percy’s uncle.]
CONFIRMED: Two [hopefully three] members of the Korrektiv as panelists at this summer’s Trying to Say “God”: Re-enchanting Catholic Literature, June 22-24 at the University of Notre Dame. Rally, Korrektiv, rally!
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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Advance apology to my fellow members of the Kollektiv for not letting everyone know about this thing sooner. I got wind of this conference via JOB, who got wind of it via the Bishop of Brownsville, on February 1, which just happened to be the last possible day to propose panels – a deadline I discovered roughly 30 minutes before midnight EST. In my frenzied attempt to put something together, I neglected to notify y’all.
Darwins are actually seriously considering going to this (as in, we’re pretty sure we’re going but we haven’t registered yet). Barring the early advent of Baby, we look forward to seeing anyone who shows.
Outstanding!
Looks fantastic. Joshua Hren will also be there … if he’s told me what he’ll be presenting on, I’ve forgotten. But will find out.
He’s all over The Pale King, so expect incisive interrogation from the audience.
I’ll get there if I can. And finish The Pale King.
Oh ye gods. Surely Hren knows better than to go after a muddlehead like me. The Pale King here is less the unfinished work and more the symbol of death that D.T. Max wrote that it became. But I’ll do my best, and hope that Hren figures out right quick that nobody likes to watch a tiger torture a mouse.