In the new novel Bliss by the Israeli writer Ronit Matalon (Metropolitan Books, trans. Jessica Cohen), there’s a passage that stayed with me like a pesky tune.
Sarah is a young woman with a small child who wants to divorce her husband; Inès is an older friend from a different generation:blockquote>”Life’s not good,” Sarah says.
“When is it, tell me? When was it ever good?” Inès loses her temper. “What’s the problem — does he drink?”
Sarah shakes her head.
“Does he go with other women?”
“No,” Sarah says.
“Does he bring home money?”
“That’s not the problem, Inès.”
“Then what is the problem? Tell me, I want to understand.”
[…]p>”I don’t love him, I think,” Sarah says finally. “Ultimately, I br> suppose I don’t love him.” /p>
… “You love him, you don’t love him — who loves anyone anyway? Children, you love. That’s love.”
A man of faith in a godless age is hitting Americans where it hurts.
Mr. and Mrs. American Spectator Reader, let P.J. O’Rourke talk sense to your kids.
In Britain, defending your property can get you life.
The debacle of this president’s administration is both a cause and a symptom of the decline of American values. Unless Congress impeaches him, that decline will go on unchecked. An eminent jurist surveys the damage and assesses the chances for the recovery of our culture.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
The American Christmas, like the songs that celebrate it, makes room for everybody under the rainbow. Is that why so many people seem to be hostile to it?
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?
H/T to National Review Online