One of my favorite books is Mikhail Bulgakov’s The Master and Margarita, a wild, imaginative, vicious satire about Stalinist Russia in particular and the modern world in general. Bulgakov imagines a visit by Satan to Soviet Moscow, where all dutiful members of the intelligentsia are atheist.
Among Ireland’s best contemporary poets, Paul Muldoon pours forth a river of words resembling (to this Midwestern reviewer, at least) not so much Joyce’s Liffey as Twain’s Mississippi. His verse feels broad in its idiomatic currents, ever flowing and turning, perplexing sometimes in its unpredictable fathoms, but still remarkable to behold.
Susan Cheever’s book is found in the history or literary criticism section of bookstores and libraries, but thankfully Cheever does not repress her remarkable creativity as a novelist and memoirist in her first attempt a
If Christians believed in reincarnation, we should wish that at least in one life we’d exist as a Dominican. What stimulating company we would join: Dominic, Catherine of Siena, Mechtild of Magdeburg and Thomas Aquinas in medieval times, and Yves Congar, Edward Schillebeeckx and Herbert McCabe in modern times. These three books serve as a guide to what life as a Dominican would be like: