Searching for The Thing: A Review of The Thing That Would...
While she relates the years of kaleidoscopic confusion, she provides waypoints to keep the reader grounded: “This is where we are, and this is where we’re going.”
Nadya Williams and The Good News
Williams reminds us of a lesson that we should have already learned good and hard, namely that rejection of Christianity does not result in blissful liberation and self-expression.
Step Off the Assembly Line and Take Up the Work of...
So whatever value motherhood gets assigned on earth, it’s pretty clear what position it holds on high. You may feel invisible here, but you certainly aren’t in Heaven.
A Homeward Calling: Review of Tony Woodlief’s We Shall Not All Sleep
One of the novel’s achievements is the way that it unfolds this centuries-long story with both clarity and subtlety, establishing a clear feel for right and wrong while casting no irreproachable heroes and very few villains.
The White Whale and the Problem of Grasping
Perhaps that’s the lesson at the heart of both The Master and His Emissary and Moby-Dick: when we adopt a utilitarian posture of domination over the world, we misapprehend it.
Wheeler Catlett’s Love Beyond Organization in Wendell Berry’s “Fidelity”
Organized community events bring people together and are an integral part of forging strong communal bonds in a place. Like the law, they serve a purpose in a community’s ecosystem of relationships.
The Art of Good Gossip: Unexpected Lessons about Virtue and Community...
To love and learn from each other in our communities is what good gossiping accomplishes.
The Cultural Contradictions of a New Elite: A Review of Musa...
So the core of We Have Never Been Woke is persuasive, and it's hard not to see his thesis in operation in all kinds of fields, once you look at the world his way.
Blue Walls Falling Down: A Novel
Joshua Hren’s new novel, Blue Walls Falling Down, releases today. We’re happy to share the following excerpt with FPR readers.
Living in Language (a Reply)
I heard it then, followed by a man’s agonizing cry. I hear it now in every Franco-Norman word we unknowingly pronounce: that arrow piercing King Harold’s eye.