It is hard to say which one valued most in Priscilla Buckley, her kindness or her intelligence… she had so much of both, and she was always so generous in sharing them. Priscilla never married and had no children, but to all of us who dealt with National Review during her long years as Managing Editor, she was a benevolent matriarch, the one who held the talented, quirky NR “family” together and kept eccentrics, prima donnas and feuding ideologues focused on the task of pulling together to make National Review the world class publication it became during her tenure. I think there were even times when she had a commendable calming effect on her brilliant but sometimes impulsive kid brother, Bill, of whom she once told an interviewer, “When you’re 12, what an 8-year-old says has absolutely no importance in your life. And it stays with you even when you’re adults.”
Some years after Priscilla retired from NR — and had authored two delightful and insightful memoirs about her long career in journalism (A String of Pearls and Living It Up With National Review, which any aspiring young writer can learn a lot from), we had a long conversation at a Washington reception. Priscilla, gracious as ever, made a few kind remarks about my own writing. I won’t bore you with them, but I will say that I was genuinely touched because, besides being a kind and nurturing editor, Priscilla was one of the wisest and most rigorous judges of the written word I have ever known. She had the gift of bringing out the best in those around her, especially writers.
All the Buckleys are charming but, to me at least, Priscilla was the one with the calmest, steadiest glow. That glow will never fade in the memories of those who had the privilege of knowing her, as I had for over forty years.
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