The Obama phenomenon is hurtling past the best analogies that we have for it. Three years ago Barack Obama shot onto the national political scene with a sensational speech at the Democratic National Convention. Two years ago he joined the U.S. Senate as its only African-American member.
Among Ireland’s best contemporary poets, Paul Muldoon pours forth a river of words resembling (to this Midwestern reviewer, at least) not so much Joyce’s Liffey as Twain’s Mississippi. His verse feels broad in its idiomatic currents, ever flowing and turning, perplexing sometimes in its unpredictable fathoms, but still remarkable to behold.
Susan Cheever’s book is found in the history or literary criticism section of bookstores and libraries, but thankfully Cheever does not repress her remarkable creativity as a novelist and memoirist in her first attempt a
If Christians believed in reincarnation, we should wish that at least in one life we’d exist as a Dominican. What stimulating company we would join: Dominic, Catherine of Siena, Mechtild of Magdeburg and Thomas Aquinas in medieval times, and Yves Congar, Edward Schillebeeckx and Herbert McCabe in modern times. These three books serve as a guide to what life as a Dominican would be like: