Books

David Carr rereads the familiar materials of the Bible in conversation with trauma theory. This opens the way for a fresh and suggestive interpretation.

The proliferation of Inklings books is often prompted by Christian triumphalism. Carol and Philip Zaleski have something more interesting to say.

Joseph Bottum contends that the decline of mainline churches has created a moral vacuum that conservative Catholics and evangelicals have been unable to fill.

Robert Gregg traces five scriptural stories as they were later understood by commentators—Jewish, Christian, and Muslim.

Karl Giberson offers a cultural history of the Bible's first human. It's an intriguing and unsettling story.

Ellen Davis is full of surprises. Some are delightful, others raise questions for further study, and still others throw up stumbling blocks.

Philosopher Firmin DaBrabander has written a judicious exposition of the crisis of guns in our society. He pays particular attention to the ideology, claims, and consequences of the NRA.

Emily Wilson offers a carefully balanced narrative of Seneca's life that is derived, as it must be, from partial and often contradictory sources.

Simple, measured, and settled, the poems in Ted Kooser's new collection were composed by an artist with nothing further to prove.

Catherine Keller's latest book presents process theology as a maker of worlds. It's heady stuff—and very exciting.

When I learned there was a plan to translate the complete edition of Kierkegaard's journals and notebooks, I was dubious as to the need. I was dead wrong.

E. E. Cummings and James Laughlin didn’t write with metaphysical or philosophical ambition. But that doesn’t mean their poetry doesn’t matter.

The feast  of resources on discipleship, faith and work, and theologies of vocation continues to grow. Doug Koskela provides another serving, this one intended for young adults.

In many books, the Jim Crow era is mediated through the sensibilities of white people. Jim Auchmutey shrewdly avoids this.

The setup sounds like a medieval soap opera. But Robyn Cadwallader knows far too much about the 13th century to write an anachronistic romance.

“I am fascinated by the war between what is best in our natures and what is worst.”