Lars Walker is librarian for the schools of the Association of Free Lutheran Congregations in Minneapolis. He is the author of several fantasy novels, the latest of which is Death’s Doors. He blogs at www.brandywinebooks.net.
Honor requires that I attribute the title of this piece to a Time magazine review of John Fowles’s The French Lieutenant’s Woman, published back in 1969. A good pun sticks with me for life. Another memory that’s stuck with me nearly as long is a brief conversation I had shortly after college. I was taking […]
If you’re reading this article, it’s due to the forbearance of Wlady Pleszczynski, who could easily have rejected it as plain shilling for a book of my own. But I’m the translator, not the author, of Viking Legacy, by Dr. Torgrim Titlestad. My subject is how I came to work on this project, and why […]
It’s always risky to say anything about a prominent social pariah involving less than a call for hanging, drawing, and quartering. Yet, without defending the man’s pretty obvious crimes, I’d like to take a chance and say that I can understand — to some extent — how Bill Cosby probably went wrong. I won’t spend […]
As a conservative living in the shadows in Minneapolis, I don’t generally look to the Walker (no relation) Art Center for hope and inspiration. But a recent story out of the Walker has given me a little hope. And boy, I can use it. Minnesota Public Radio reports in this article on a small crisis […]
Dear Justin, I’m not sure if you’ll see this letter, as we’ve been out of touch since you unfriended me on Facebook. That wasn’t my wish; I have several Democrat friends, and I generally just pass over their political posts without comment, as I always did with yours. But you could not tolerate having anyone […]
Someone posted one of those memes on Facebook recently. A picture with a quotation. I didn’t write it down verbatim, and I don’t remember the name of the person quoted, because, to be perfectly honest, I have no wish to give him publicity. (Also, Facebook memes are generally wrong.) But I thought the quotation was […]
On the off chance anyone’s been watching for my articles to appear here at The American Spectator Online, I want to offer my apologies. I was, as Gandalf said, “delayed.” And not in an entirely dissimilar way. I’ve been grappling for the last two years with the Balrog of modern academia, deep in the bowels […]
There was a time once when our country split along an east-west line, between north and south, and the upshot was a devastating civil war. Today we’re divided by something that transcends regional boundaries. We no longer agree on what north and south mean. When I heard of the recent atrocity in Roseburg, Oregon, the […]
“Well, I suppose a human being isn’t the best judge. You humans do it differently from us. We are not kind. But deep down you are utterly ferocious on a level we Kzin can’t reach. All the truly frightful things you can’t face, you let your subconscious handle. That’s how you beat us. Only you […]
I went home again, and discovered a time machine. I don’t mean that as a metaphor, a word picture of how an aging man who visits the place where he grew up becomes a kind of time traveler. I mean that somebody in Kenyon, Minnesota (pop. 1,800), constructed an English police box, painted it blue […]
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