Over at the Salisbury Review I shake my head and sigh after reading Hillary Kelly’s New Republic piece about the failure of a computer program to recommend decent books to her. Strictly for kicks, I took a turn around the park with Bookish myself:
[A] search for Dostoevsky’s The Gambler returned results which included a popular fantasy novel called Knife of Dreams. As a fan of The Anatomy of Melancholy, I had Germaine Greer’s Shakespeare thrust upon me.
An internet application is severely lacking in literary taste: is it just me or is this yawn-inducingly obvious?
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?