Outside an old hotel in the Swiss Alps, an elderly writer fearing the end of his
literary career watches two figures climb the steepest side of a distant
mountain. Miles away, the climbers
It happens when I hear the Scottish accent of an old man. Or my hairdresser’s
soft, unhurried tone. A gentle cadence like waves, rising and falling, sending
tingles over my skin.All
A young Michael Clune sits in front of his family’s television long after the
jumbled noise of the VCR tape has stopped, absorbed in a primordial void of
static, waiting for something.
All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
–W.B. Yeats
I have at times found myself at a loss to explain to another person why I love
McCarthy’s writing. It
Beginning in the nineteenth century, the English-speaking world saw the rebirth
of a strange type of clergyman: the priest-scholar interested in the
otherworldly. While men of the cloth have long been part of