Declare in a Nutshell
Tim Powers, the author of “Declare,” stands out from the crowd of contemporary novelists because he is a faithful Catholic who has somehow managed to swim in the toxic mainstream without compromising his faith or principles.
Tim Powers, the author of “Declare,” stands out from the crowd of contemporary novelists because he is a faithful Catholic who has somehow managed to swim in the toxic mainstream without compromising his faith or principles.
The rise of contraception led to the phenomenon of “feral children” – young people left alone with no one to guide them.
One of the demands of Catholic social teaching is that there should be societies, and one of the most obvious features of contemporary life is that it is destructive of societies.
For many young Catholics, the people at Daily Wire have been real bastions of sanity, giving us confidence that others think like us and the courage to believe our views are defensible.
We may well be at the stage where we will need to advertise “100% human-made” in a “post-human,” twisted version of “non-GMO.”
Modesty includes dressing distinctively feminine, if you are female, and distinctively masculine, if you are male, and not succumbing to androgynous behavior or looks, but dressing as you know you ought.
A new documentary tells the sad stories of young victims of gender ideology.
At bottom, the problem with Johnson’s clumsy satire “Glass Onion” is that it is hampered by envy.
In the Judeo-Christian tradition, identity is not self-invented: it comes directly from God. Gender-neutral names seek to undermine that God-given identity.
Some authors and some books are not as well-known as they should be. This is indubitably the case with George Mackay Brown and his tour de force of a novel: Vinland.
As the academic and cultural elites would tell it, history is a tale of oppression, and the Haves and Have-Nots are readily discernible, for they can be recognized on racial grounds. But what about the white poor?
While Peterson’s words are representative of a man on his way to deeper understanding, his current state of “some real sense” is ultimately insufficient.
Perhaps it might not be such a bad idea for the prigs of the planet to spare us their opinions, especially as they’re really not all that impressive.
One of the deepest and dearest secrets of the Christmas season is hidden in plain sight: Christmas Eve is the feast day of Holy Eve, the wife of Adam and the mother of all.
The “Immaculate Reception” was the most improbable play, defying any earthy label. It merited a special name. A designation soon arrived, a name from the heavens.
The temptation to be distracted from our own precious plots of land is terrible, as every man, looking into his pocket palantír, sees the forces of evil arrayed to destroy the world he loves.
Flannery O’Conner’s modus operandi as a writer was the employment of violence and the grotesque to shock her readers out of their somnambulant indifference to truth.
The pop star’s latest album is meant to be reflective, but when reflection is limited to purely the pursuit of self-knowledge, one forges a downward spiral into the human psyche that leads to an anxious loop of overanalyzing.
I despise the commercialization of Christmas as much as the next Catholic, but we are foolish not to leverage the many (mixed) blessings afforded to us by technology and capitalism.
Kanye West’s recent comments about Adolf Hitler is worth some attention from wary Catholics.