I’m trying a little experiment over at What I’m Reading: blogging my way through Thomas Merton’s classic, The Seven Storey Mountain, which was my meditative holiday reading. I have this sense that one day I’ll look back on the season spent reading it as pivotal in my pilgrimage, so I’m combing back through it and highlighting some favorite passages and themes as both an exercise and homage. I hope Fors Clavigera readers might consider following along.
I’m not sure when it started, but in most of my books I like to note the “soundtrack” that accompanied their production–what I was listening to while writing in coffee shops and airports and my home office. Each one is a snapshot of a phase of my listening life, as well as a kind of…
The Meeter Center for Calvin Studies asked me to be part of a panel reflecting on the legacy of the Reformation. We were each given five minutes. Here are the notes for my brief contribution: There are lots of features of the Protestant Reformation for which I’m grateful. I see it as an Augustinian renewal…
Translations are a bit like music: you attach yourself to what you encountered in your youth. You reify what emerged when you were coming of age. You canonize what formed you. So if you first encountered Proust through battered paperback versions of Scott Moncrieff, you’ll be disposed to resist Lydia Davis’ masterful new translations. “Accuracy”…
What do people mean when they wring their hands about the fate of “orthodox Christianity” (small-o) today, or when they vent about the treatment of “orthodox Christians” in an increasingly secularized society? A few observations and a couple of questions: Historically, the measure of “orthodox” Christianity has been conciliar; that is, orthodoxy was rooted in,…
It is the first day of summer, at least according to my own personal academic calendar. The college’s commencement was this past Saturday. My official duties have been discharged for the year. Too many writing obligations loom for the summer; so, of course, I’m procrastinating. The piles and piles of books on the floor beside…
No “bests.” No rankings. No claims to objectivity or trendsetting or reports from secret avant-garde gardens of literature. Just some impressions looking back over a year in reading. (You can see a glimpse of some of my reading at GoodReads.) Novels that haunt me: 2016 was a pretty incredible year for fiction. I won’t likely…