Essay: We like doing good…and that’s hopeful
The guy sitting in the window booth of the bagel shop, surrounded by six or eight odd-size bags and packages, could have been an aging hipster. It was that sort [...]
The guy sitting in the window booth of the bagel shop, surrounded by six or eight odd-size bags and packages, could have been an aging hipster. It was that sort [...]
In preparing my review of Daniel Mendelsohn’s new translation of The Odyssey, I made a detailed comparison of how it matched against Emily Wilson’s 2018 version and the 1967 rendering [...]
Confesses Patrick T. Reardon Clark Street this flat morning is a god of hardness, white in sun. One-Cent watches the Tower of Silence pull her homeless luggage north, [...]
At the end of Ed McBain’s 1962 novel Like Love, Steve Carella and Cotton Hawes watch as the confessed killer is taken out of the squadroom on his way to [...]
In a book filled with the debates and arguments of theologians, Marty E. Marty gives the final words to two people who knew Dietrich Bonhoeffer in the last days of [...]
Deep Patrick T. Reardon One-Cent runs like two thousand pigs into the deep. He is where the wind starts. Later, he will be buried facedown. The beaver trap snaps. [...]
The two searchers in John Ford’s classic Western The Searchers — Ethan Edwards (John Wayne) and Martin Pawley (Jeffrey Hunter) — come upon a smoldering Indian village and the bodies [...]
Picture this: Six goofily regular guys in the middle of the night are stumbling neck-deep in a turbid bog, called the Waters, in a stumblebum effort to carry Rose Thorn [...]
Voice Patrick T. Reardon . Hear my voice. Hide me. He underwent translation, like a poem set afire, like a slashed Madonna and Child. Sword tongue and bitter salad. River [...]
The subtitle of a book can be distracting, enlightening and, at times, misleading. My sense — for what it’s worth — is that the author may come up with the [...]