-- Leslie Jamison, The Empathy Exams,
a book I read, loved and never wrote about here.
Since my thoughts on The Benedict Option were complete mush, here are a few other takes I enjoyed reading even if I didn't agree 100% with any of them: my personal favorite at Eastern Christian Books; Emma Green at The Atlantic, someone whose writing I'm starting to anticipate with pleasure; this profile of Rod Dreher at The New Yorker touches pretty thoroughly on the book while also being surprisingly even-handed.
I just started Eve Tushnet's memoir Gay and Catholic, and it's serving as a nice counterpoint to my grumbling about Dreher's LGBT+ grumbling. She is easily one of my favorite bloggers; here's a semirecent highlight. Courtesy of a more recent post was my introduction to this amazing Jonathan Swift poem.
"I just saw The Book of Henry, and I feel like I've been mugged by a Decemberists song."
I fell off the Jane the Virgin wagon early in the second season in the midst of grad school applications, but I obviously need to pick back up asap.
"One such table is laden with metal stands, on which several dozen decapitated doll heads of various shapes, expressions, colors, and hairstyles are impaled on spikes—an admonitory display of contemptible traitors from Tudor England’s hottest town." GQ has this amazing look at the new Ken dolls, but I highly doubt any of them will live up to my childhood boyfriend, Shaving Fun Ken.
I have been looping the new Queens of the Stone Age single all day, every day for the past week at work, and it's one of the best choices I have made. It's helping with the packing-up-to-move, need-to-figure-out-my-health-insurance-situation-stat, grad-school-premonitions angst.
Also helping with that angst is my discovery of Monster Factory, which is v., v., v. profane, inappropriate, etc., and yet so very wonderfully what I need right now.