My grandfather died before I was born, and he remains to me a mostly mysterious figure. As is true of many people born poor who are committed to bettering their lot, his hours were taken up with work, family, and church; not much was left for that luxury item we call personality. A big man with paws . . . . Continue Reading »
One of the books that most influenced my moral and personal imagination was a small novel, Une vie de boy (“Houseboy,” 1956), by Ferdinand Oyono. An early novel by a great Cameroonian writer, diplomat, and civil leader, it made a minor splash on the French literary scene when it first . . . . Continue Reading »
In a time when there is little cultural respite from the institutional advancements of the left, First Things is indispensable to the creation of the “parallel polis.” And your subscriptions and donations are indispensable to First Things. Continue Reading »
We need First Things because it makes possible the conversations through which God preserves and constantly regenerates culture and public life. Continue Reading »
The gates now exist to keep the barbarians in. Those who hope to recover the dignity of the city’s institutions must look beyond its walls for help. Continue Reading »
The idiotic, self-devouring cultural dialectic of Ireland since independence has ensured that its own damaged iconographies have blocked access to certain elements of the past, and therefore stymied present artists. Continue Reading »