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- Home is Where the Hearth Is: Continuing the podcast series on What Every Catholic Should Know About Literature, we look at the poetic vision of Gerard Manley Hopkins.
- Revisiting Old Favourites: Continuing the selection of some of Chesterton’s finest essays, you are invited to listen to my discussion and reading of “The Diabolist”.
- Poem of the Week: Concluding our mini-series of war poems, I read and discuss “Dulce et Decorum Est” by Wilfred Owen.
- Ladydale Diary: The lockdown of our chickens and ducks continues in fear of the returning fox, and the saga of the beard that hasn’t disappeared.
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Dare we question Chesterton’s own judgment with respect to the greatest of his novels? Can Chesterton be wrong? Well, it depends on which Chesterton we’re talking about? Here I argue that Chesterton is arguing against himself in arguing against his novel. Which Chesterton should we believe? All is revealed in this essay published in celebration of Chesterton’s 146th birthday:
Tolkien and Lewis fought in the First World War and lived through the horrors of the Second. Here’s how their experience of a world on fire led them to the word on fire:
Can patriotism be poisoned? If so, what poisons it and what are the consequences of its intoxication? These questions are considered in my latest essay for the Imaginative Conservative:
The Imaginative Conservative has published a wonderful “symphony” of reflections on each of Beethoven’s symphonies, as part of its ongoing celebration of the 250th anniversary of the great composer’s birth. My contribution was to reflect on the Sixth Symphony. Here’s the full article, with contributions by nine different writers:
Here’s why I consider my neglect of the works of Dean Koontz to be a sin of omission: