Books & Culture
Why it is probably a good thing that the public reputation of the novel has declined.
For those looking to understand how we got here, Stephen Soukup’s new book is the best place to start.
These neglected African American authors bring diversity, enrichment, and, above all, perspective.
The NSA concentrates on collecting information on ordinary citizens because they are the low hanging fruit, while the real enemies of the U.S. are much harder to protect against and to catch.
Yes, invoking Nazi Germany and the Holocaust is one of those things that polite people don’t do, but the analogy holds up well in this case.
What makes Gina Carano’s story affirmatively galling is how it yet again evinces an ever-widening chasm between ruling class elites and the dissident "deplorables" over whom they deign to rule.
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. Nope, nope, nope.
You’ll throw just like Tom Brady.
In all the fields touched by the Boomers Helen Andrews profiles—technology, entertainment, economics, academia, politics, law—what they passed on to their children was worse than what they inherited.
How free are a people? Tell me whether they know the names of their neighbors along the block, and what their children are doing on a sunny day in June.
Among his favorite sayings was the Latin tag, An nescis, mi fili, quantilla prudentia mundus regatur? (“Do you not know, my son, with how little wisdom the world is governed?”)
You can have life, or you can have safety at all costs, but you cannot have both.
Scott Yenor recognizes the family is disintegrating and that this is the result of an intentional project of the radical Left. How does one reach a modus vivendi with such people?
At every pass we have absorbed laws, not of morality, which are liberating, but of etiquette, which is a curb on adventure and genius, and of security and sloth, which deaden the soul.
“Dirty Harry” was the first film to push back against the pro-criminal Left.
A lifetime devoted to the cult of victimhood yields a barren life.
The film is a critique of social status both in the West and the East, but it is also a wake-up call about the manufactured consent of elite journalism.
In our recent election, counties representing 70 percent of gross domestic product voted for an oligarchic coalition of progressives, Big Tech, and Big Finance.
To think that a single op-ed could elicit such an effluence of opinion and such a diluvium of print is to recognize that Epstein, who will turn 84 in January, has lost none of his touch.