Armed with enthusiasm, command of his material and a knack for analogy, Steve Brusatte has written a book that incarnates dinosaurs with color, sound and fury.
Literature
C.S. Lewis helped me understand my grief—and reminded me why I write
C.S. Lewis does not come to lovely conclusions about his God or his religion or his suffering. He asks many more questions than he answers. He rants, questions, weeps and feels terrible, deservedly sorry for himself and for the woman he loved so much and has now lost. And in doing so, he renders in prose what it really feels like to grieve.
Review: There is more than one way to convert to Catholicism
Many will find Sohrab Ahmari’s account of coming to faith compelling and moving, while others may find his emphasis on an authoritative church confusing or even off-putting.
Review: Robert Caro tells us how he does it
In his new book about his work, Robert Caro explains why it takes so many years to research and write his books.
The literary landscape of Barry Lopez
For decades, Lopez has sought to re-establish our ethical relationships with the land and the other creatures who dwell on it. But Lopez, like many authors, struggles against labels.
The moral vision of Iris Murdoch
Rather than framing moral philosophy as just another form of epistemology (how can we know what to do?), Iris Murdoch was asking a more classical question: “How can we make ourselves morally better?” she asks. “These are the questions the philosopher should try to answer.”
Revisiting the ‘Boys’ Life’ books of sports stories
Looking back on sports stories designed to educate a certain class of white American male into the virtues of postwar civic culture.
Why as Christians we need to read widely—and deeply
Oftentimes we find that the people on the other side of a hot-button issue are motivated by good reasoning and deeply held values. They are not the enemy.
110 years of America book reviews
America has published thousands of book reviews over 110 years…and some of them were more spot-on than others…
Andalusian Hours
I see them lining up for slaughter,/ Judas at the head of the pack/ grunting his way to survival, while my/ pigs do not stand a chance, doomed creatures/ that they are, and it’s a good thing.
