12/01/1987

Once upon a time, the gods sculpted ice with lightning. So, at least, it must hayed seemed. Indeed, perhaps someone said as much of Clare Boothe Luce, in the first third of the century or so, when the eminent borrowed pagan varnishes to ennoble the achievements of their time. The world was overcapitalized then: the [...]

Once upon a time, the gods sculpted ice with lightning. So, at least, it must hayed seemed. Indeed, perhaps someone said as much of Clare Boothe Luce, in the first third of the century or so, when the eminent borrowed pagan varnishes to ennoble the achievements of their time. The world was overcapitalized then: the [...]

This text is excerpted, with permission, from the third part of a three—part article by Mrs. Luce published in McCall's in February, March, and April 1947. The earlier parts describe with simple eloquence Clare's spiritual and intellectual development from her childhood on, leading up to the moment in which she could write: "What strikes "a [...]

Last November Clare and I flew to London for the 50th Anniversary revival of The Women at the Old Vic. Sitting in the Concorde, I wondered how many playwrights had ever witnessed a golden anniversary performance of their work. The answer, of course, is that she was unique. But then, everything she did seemed to [...]

For those of you accustomed to our Catholic ways, it will be noted that we do not have a casket present here because Mrs. Luce was in fact buried on Sunday [October 11]. We offer the Mass nonetheless for what we speak of as the repose of her soul. She was a great and wondrous [...]

Clare Boothe Luce was a friend of Crisis from its beginnings — and even before its beginnings. As Cardinal O'Connor fondly recalls below, Mrs. Luce telephoned him often about the "damage" that the U.S. Catholic bishops were doing to the prospects for world peace and to the cause of liberty. For weeks, Clare urged me [...]

In Memoriam

When I applied to Stanford University as an undergraduate, I had to write an essay about the person who had most influenced my life. In 1985 that answer was immediately clear to me: Clare Boothe Luce. I first met Mrs. Luce when I was about 14. She came to dinner at our house; I helped [...]

Our 747 breaks through the clouds off the western coast of Italy. I can see the grey waters of the Mediterranean below. The Italian countryside comes into view, verdant and green, dotted here and there by a few old farmhouses and, closer to the airport, by new apartment complexes. Seen through the filmy mists of [...]

Driving the forty minutes from Pretoria to Johannesburg on National Route 1 in late fall is much like driving the Santa Monica Freeway between Pomona and Riverside. The hills are parched golden brown, inasmuch as the rains of winter have yet to arrive. Middle class residential communities line the highway alongside the corporate headquarters of [...]

Editor's Note: Last summer President Alan Garcia of Peru announced that his government was nationalizing all locally owned private banks. Almost immediately novelist Mario Vargas Llosa, probably Peru's best-known citizen at home and abroad, raised his voice in protest. Within a few days groups of small businessmen, traders, farmers, housewives, and students had organized a [...]

The lesson from Isaiah at Midnight Mass on Christmas reads, "Thou has increased their joy and given them great gladness." I am often struck by the fact that in Christianity joy and gladness are not so much a product of our own activities but something much more, something that happens when all that the Greeks [...]

It’s coming any day now and it affects me like a muleta does the bull. Someone is going to say, in a tone of presumptive agreement, "Well, of course, Christmas is for children." Not only does the iconoclasm of the phrase offend, but all the baggage it implies. My rebuff is honed to a mere [...]

The reason we have forgotten what it is to be a Christian, Kierkegaard wrote, is that we have forgotten what it is to be a man. Which can be restated thus: the reason we have lost the sense of the supernatural is that we have lost the sense of the natural. We pride ourselves on [...]

The air was filled with phantoms, wandering hither and thither in restless haste, and moaning as they went...one old ghost, in a white waistcoat, with a monstrous safe attached to its ankle...cried piteously at being unable to assist a wretched woman with an infant, whom it saw below, on a doorstep. The misery with them [...]

President Reagan and Vice President Bush continue to assure the skeptical that any arms treaty they support will be "verifiable." What their loyal supporters need to explain to them is that verification isn't the issue. The issue, as Reagan aide Fred C. Ikle once put it in an article for Foreign Affairs, is this: "After [...]

Is Mikhail Gorbachev good for America? Practically everyone but me seems to think so. I exaggerate of course, though not that much. After all, with the highly notable exception of Henry Kissinger, it is hard to think of a single prominent public figure who has unqualifiedly challenged the idea that Gorbachev is a blessing not [...]

In View

Lions 14, Christians 0 "Why haven't Christians demanded that the world remember the destruction of the Armenian Christians as the Jews demand that the world remember the Holocaust?" "Why are Christians silent about the terrible persecution of fellow Christians in the Soviet Union? There are more Christians in the Gulag than Jews. Yet when Billy [...]

The air was filled with phantoms, wandering hither and thither in restless haste, and moaning as they went...one old ghost, in a white waistcoat, with a monstrous safe attached to its ankle...cried piteously at being unable to assist a wretched woman with an infant, whom it saw below, on a doorstep. The misery with them [...]

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