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July 17, 2015

No, I don't mean deliberate promotion. I mean the inadvertent kind that results from one group clamoring for a boycott of a book (or movie) whose content or message they strongly reject. 

Take for example the 50 Shades of Grey series by British author E.L. James. There were many calls for a boycott, stern warnings, and tsk tsking from Christians -- months before the film version appeared. Talk about music to a movie producer's ears. 

I understand the impulse to speak...

June 22, 2015

“I speak—more or less fluently—eight languages and have a reading knowledge of eleven others, necessary for my research.” He could have spoken to almost anyone in the world in that person’s native tongue. He was very much a catholic Catholic.

Born in 1909 under the Austro-Hungarian Empire, Erik von Kuehnelt-Leddihn’s childhood languages, as I recall him explaining, were German, Hungarian, and Latin. Maybe there were one or two others languages too. I forget, but he seemed never to...

June 8, 2015

People leave the Catholic Church for all sorts of reasons, none of them sufficient but some of them better than others.

I can understand if someone concludes that certain Catholic teachings are wrong and that, in conscience, he must cease to be a Catholic. There are former Catholics who left because they decided that the Real Presence isn’t real or that popes don’t have a special role or that women ought to be ordained. I can understand their decision while thinking them wrong in...

June 1, 2015

I last saw Don nearly forty years ago. We were on the veranda of a house at the top of the cliffs in Laguna Beach, watching the sunset and sipping fine California wine. Don was explaining how he had come to be fired from his job as a political science professor at his university.

Ever since then I’ve considered his to be a story of how tragedy—in the proper Greek sense—can affect anyone...

May 4, 2015

Friday night I had dinner at a Catholic Answers function. I sat next to Lenora, a loyal friend of the apostolate whose husband was unable to be there. I told her I was happy for Don, and she nodded. She understood when I said that, as much as I enjoyed the gathering and the company, I wished that I were with him.

As those at our table enjoyed salads in a lovely patio setting, Don was trudging along Silverwood Lake, in the hills north of Los Angeles. He was at mile 324 of the Pacific...