Consider what happens to people whose night skies are spangled with constellations like The Master of Hestviken, or Moby-Dick, or The Brothers Karamazov. These people are hard to fool. They are also hard to enlist in pursuit of the trivial and ephemeral. It is as if we had given them a powerful telescope atop a high mountain, and shown them how to use it, and directed their attention to the Orion nebula, and once they had learned to do so and to love the beauty they found there, expected them to look at light bulbs on a marquee. Or, if not a telescope, Continue reading →
With all the lethality and economy of a Kurosawa film, Anthony Esolen takes apart Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale:
Clichés are easy. So we bring up our children on clichés.
Everyone knows that men are beasts and that religious people are bigots. Run with those clichés and you have Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale. I might add that it’s a great book to assign to young people, if only for the imbecilic prose, in the poseur’s style of Thoughts Too Great for Complete Sentences.