Metaphysical Conservatives, Part One of Two
These musings on metaphysics and property, here revised and corrected, were first published in a magazine, when there was a magazine where such foolishness could be printed.
The Fleming Foundation Cultural Commentary
Poem: North of Arezzo
A poem written long ago in a style and vein that might have pleased the subject, Peter Russell.
The American Freak Show
Every morning in Rome, I scanned the America news from my cellular telephone, and, as Donald Trump’s cabinet appointments rolled by, I felt as if I were watching a parade of freaks
In Book Rejecting the Constitution, UC Berkeley Law Dean Forgets the Nukes
UC Berkeley Law Dean Erwin Chemerinsky used to be one of my sources on legal matters when he was a prof at USC, then dean and founder of the UC Irvine Law School. I haven’t talked to him in many years.
Demented and Rejected, Biden Declares World War III
An obvious defect of the U.S. national election system is it can’t eject an obviously demented president seeking World War III with Russia.
Wednesday’s Child: Of Cain and Abel
Yesterday was the thousandth day of Russia’s invasion of Ukraine. I published an article on Newsmax entitled “1000 Days of Fratricide” and thought it might be a good idea to present its overarching contention here.
Living Backwards
Last night I said good by to our last guests but one. I greeted the group In Pisa on the afternoon of the third. We had by then been in Italy since October 22.
It’s Morning Again and Again and Again
The day after Trump’s victory, a correspondent dropped me a note to ask if I agreed with a Chronicles contributor–whether current or former I do not recall–who told him that the country had turned the corner, and we could count on a counter-revolution that would fix the immigration crisis, restore law and order to the streets, and turn back the anti-human sexual revolution.
Wednesday’s Child: Just Deserts
For my wife’s birthday the other week we took a trip to the countryside to visit a famous vineyard, with Giulio doing the driving. There was another couple to lunch, English people from Sussex, she a bubbly IT specialist, he a teacher at a school near Cambridge. His name was Larry and he said he taught drama.
Wednesday’s Child: Not About the Election
I am grateful to fate that my life as a journalist has never swerved from the path charted at the start, a way of looking at the world without grasping for pegs on which to hang stories. The peg for every story written today – inescapably, thunderously, deafeningly – is the result of the American election, a result unknown to me at this writing yet one, I concede, that may well decide the future of Western civilization.
