Sacred Treasure Carl Trueman has a simply superb First Things piece on Covid19, human mortality and modern culture’s avoidance of death: The Final Enemy Justin
Irina Ratushinskaya was an inspiration. I’ve mentioned her here before, having had a fluke encounter in a bookshop. She proved remarkably resilient in the most
I can’t quite believe it but I first met Dani Oprean 12 years ago now, during my first visit to Romania. We had little idea
Inevitably, this series’ lists are very personal and limited. It’s primarily a way of honouring those who have had an impact on me, but they’re
I’m starting a new occasional blog series with this post, which was stimulated by something I recently read in Daniel Hill’s challenging book White Awake: An
I was genuinely saddened by the news of Clive James’ death last year. He always struck me as such a fascinating and fascinated man, humane
Back to some poetry now. I first came across a poem by Micheal O’Siadhail in a lecture when I was at seminary. But I can’t
It feels relentless. We are in the 8th week of our family’s experience of Lockdown/Quarantine and while there are hints of change, there is nothing
Everything is still so weird. So we need to let our hair down a bit. We need to have a few laughs. So here is
Sacred Treasure Comparing COVID-19 and the Chernobyl disaster? Here is a literature academic living in Turkey who grew up in Kyiv at the time of
I got rather carried away after I saw the latest Sam Mendes film (in the cinema with friends in the States last October… who’d have
This is Holy Saturday. It’s an in-between day, a limbo. It is deeply unsettling, especially if you need your world to be categorisable, identifiable, graspable.