When Jane Austen wrote The Beautifull Cassandra at the age of 12 in 1788, she added the subtitle: A Novel in Twelve Chapters. That’s a big claim for a work [...]
Like us By Patrick T. Reardon In daylight, the Ghiberti gold doors, behind a thick metal cell, turn out to be a 1990 copy, and the Thursday streets — [...]
Barbara Pym wrote Some Tame Gazelle in the mid-1930s, shortly after she graduated from Oxford University, and it was rejected by several publishers. After World War II, she revised it, [...]
The lost tribes, part 7 By Patrick T. Reardon You and I lose the race, straining or loafing, sinews ripping or flabbing. The clock. Each touch passes, [...]
The year is 1962, and a tall, drowsy boy opens the front door of his family’s crowded two-flat to the grey darkness of near dawn. The sidewalk along Leamington Avenue [...]
The birth of One-Cent By Patrick T. Reardon We named the baby One-Cent after Oak’s father, a short-hair railroad sweatback I never met but may have seen across the [...]
Here’s how Celia Dale’s 1943 novel The Least of These ends. I’m going to tell you this because, at the moment, the odds are very much stacked against your ever [...]
Christianity is a radical endeavor. Jesus was a revolutionary, not of the violent sort, but a revolutionary of the heart and of the spirit. Just listen to his words from [...]
Somehow, somewhere, I obtained a fairly solid copy of P.G. Konody’s small book Filippo Lippi, published in London in 1911 as part of a series titled Masterpieces in Colour. [...]
Suffer By Patrick T. Reardon Suffer the children to visit the prophet. Suffer the shearwaters and other birds to cringe at the raptor sound from a machine. Saint [...]
