Articles by James McWilliams
March 27, 2017
Eliot delivers the ruins. O’Connor preserves them, navigates them, and then, inspired by Catholicism, discovers in them an original form of grace.
January 24, 2017
As an empirical matter, reading on a tablet cannot remotely approach the sensual literary experience offered by an old-fashioned book. The latter is, I’d venture, intrinsically more pleasurable than the former, not unlike the intrinsic difference between high quality toilet paper and the sandpaper stuff used in bus stations.
November 2, 2016
Bibliotherapy’s goal should not necessarily be to make us feel better. It should be to make us feel more, to feel deeper, to feel more honestly.
October 7, 2016
In Woolf’s hands, impressionism permits the interior life to float through the narrative like black ink in a basin of water, creating slowly shifting forms rather than hard lines, which seems about right if the goal is to explore the amorphous nature of the inner self.
March 31, 2015
The Reivers is a thematic wolf in sheep’s clothing, and remains one of the weightiest road-trip novels ever written.
June 25, 2013
No historian in the history of writing history was writing history in order to get laid. And that’s ultimately why, I’m afraid, we’re history. Our time has come.