This is a good question to ask in the year in which we commemorate the 250th anniversary of Beethoven’s birth. The following is my endeavour to answer it:
I really felt that I had to share this interesting exchange of e-mails that I had with a good friend in Poland in the wake of my recent article in Catholic World Report about the rising tension between Poland and Russia. It will make more sense if the article is read first. Here’s the link to it which I sent to my friend, thereby stimulating our discussion.
To the gracious members of The Inner Sanctum, join me and gather around the hearth for the sixth podcast of my new series, "Home is Where the Hearth is."
How can one not love a saint who glories in the name of Gildas the Wise? Today is his feast day.
To the gracious members of The Inner Sanctum, join me and gather around the hearth for the fifth podcast of my new series, "Home is Where the Hearth is."
Is fairyland “just for kids”? Or is it for grown-ups too? And what is a grown-up any way?
T. S. Eliot’s letters to his first love, Emily Hale, have just been released by Princeton University, sparking much controversy. What do they tell us about the women in Eliot’s life? Who was his true love? Here are my conclusions:
Today is the feast day of St. Francis de Sales, patron saint of writers and journalists, which leads me to make a confession. I confess that I don’t feel any particular affection or affiliation with my patron, though I obviously treat him with the deference and reverence he deserves and commands as a saint of the Church. It’s not his holiness that leaves me cold (obviously!) but the tone and tenor of his writing. It strikes me as fluffy and florid, and even feminine. No wonder he was a hit with the ladies!
On the 75th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz, a war of words is being fought in Europe over who was responsible for World War Two and its atrocities: