Is St. Irenaeus really a doctor, or does he just play one on TV? Does he rush to someone’s aid on an airplane? Might he collaborate with Dr. Dre?

Jonathan Franzen remains among the select few novelists who can vie for a Pulitzer Prize and the top spot on best-seller lists every time out of the gate. His new novel might win him both.

Yes, the Fighting Irish are undefeated. Yes, they have beaten several very good teams. Yes, their opponent this weekend, Cincinnati, is the only currently nationally-ranked team left on their schedule. Who are we kidding? Notre Dame is doomed.

Twice a year we publish an extra issue of America dedicated to books and all things literary; one in planting season and one at harvest time.

The two most recent selections for the Catholic Book Club were novels that originally began as short stories.

It’s time to bust out that old glove—the one you rubbed with neatsfoot oil and wrapped a rubber band around as a kid—and make sure there’s a hanky or two nearby: “Field of Dreams” is back!

I know what you’re thinking. Joseph Ratzinger would have made an amazing host of “Jeopardy!” I don’t disagree.

What exactly are we talking about when we talk about “the Latin Mass”?

Did the singer-songwriter era come about specifically to fill a demand by retreat directors for a poignant soundtrack to accompany the spiritual epiphanies of 16-year-olds?

Both political parties keep trying to claim Pope Francis but anyone who pays close attention knows that the pope transcends the ideologies of the moment in the United States.