Few, if any, historians have brought such insight, wisdom, and empathy to public discourse as Jill Lepore. Arriving at The New Yorker in 2005, Lepore, with her panoptical range and razor-sharp style, brought a transporting freshness and a literary vivacity to everything from profiles of long-dead writers to urgent constitutional analysis to an unsparing scrutiny of the woeful affairs of the nation itself. The astonishing essays collected in The Deadline offer a prismatic portrait of Americans' techno-utopianism, frantic fractiousness, and unprecedented--but armed--aimlessness. From lockdowns and race commissions to Bratz dolls and bicycles, to the losses that haunt Lepore's life, these essays again and again cross what she calls the deadline, the river of time that divides the quick from the dead. Echoing Gore Vidal's United States in its massive intellectual erudition, The Deadline, with its remarkable juxtaposition of the political and the personal, challenges the very nature of the essay--and of history--itself.
In Defense of Sanity: The Best Essays of G.K. Chesterton is a captivating collection of G.K. Chesterton's most insightful and witty essays. Covering a wide range of topics, from literature to faith and politics, Chesterton's timeless wisdom shines through. These essays offer a refreshing perspective on the complexities of the modern world, championing traditional values and common sense. With humor and clarity, Chesterton's work continues to inspire and challenge readers to embrace enduring truths in a fast-paced world.
In Defense of Sanity: The Best Essays of G.K. Chesterton is a captivating collection of G.K. Chesterton's most insightful and witty essays. Covering a wide range of topics, from literature to faith and politics, Chesterton's timeless wisdom shines through. These essays offer a refreshing perspective on the complexities of the modern world, championing traditional values and common sense. With humor and clarity, Chesterton's work continues to inspire and challenge readers to embrace enduring truths in a fast-paced world.
Step back to London, 1895.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's stories are full of references to everyday activities and events from Victorian times that make the twenty-first century reader run to the reference shelf. Few, for example, are intimately acquainted with the responsibilities of a country squire, the importance of gentlemen's clubs, or the intricacies of the Victorian monetary system.
These twenty-four short essays explore various aspects of life mentioned in the original tales of Sherlock Holmes, providing modern-day insight into the nineteenth century world. Originally shared through various Sherlockian newsletters around the world, they are gathered here for the first time. Essays cover:
These examinations bring deeper meaning and color to the adventures of the world's most famous consulting detective.
The president of The Crew of the Barque Lone Star, a Sherlockian Scion Society, notes this collection brings life to a society which we have only dreamed of.
Whether a fan of Sherlock Holmes or a history enthusiast, this book offers interesting tidbits to all.
Few, if any, historians have brought such insight, wisdom, and empathy to public discourse as Jill Lepore. Arriving at The New Yorker in 2005, Lepore, with her panoptical range and razor-sharp style, brought a transporting freshness and a literary vivacity to everything from profiles of long-dead writers to urgent constitutional analysis to an unsparing scrutiny of the woeful affairs of the nation itself. The astonishing essays collected in The Deadline offer a prismatic portrait of Americans' techno-utopianism, frantic fractiousness, and unprecedented--but armed--aimlessness. From lockdowns and race commissions to Bratz dolls and bicycles, to the losses that haunt Lepore's life, these essays again and again cross what she calls the deadline, the river of time that divides the quick from the dead. Echoing Gore Vidal's United States in its massive intellectual erudition, The Deadline, with its remarkable juxtaposition of the political and the personal, challenges the very nature of the essay--and of history--itself.
During the spring of 1966, the vision of the late John F. Kennedy, the martyred President of the United States, appeared to me on three separate occasions, in three different places, and engaged me in lengthy disquisitions about the condition of man, the dangers apparent in his present estate, and what must be done to avert them.
I made it clear during these conversations that I was very dubious about the value of anything that I might be able to do, but John F. Kennedy assured me that for a number of reasons, which he explained, I was the likeliest person to proceed with this assignment.
I have lost none of the doubts which assailed me during these conversations. If anything, they have increased. First of all, I can offer no evidence to a mechanist or materialist society that the conversations took place. They must start or fall according to the information which they contain. There are no signed documents; there is no blurred photograph of an evanescent mist which I could claim to be the spirit of John F. Kennedy returning to his present mode of being. I cannot even say that I actually SAW John F. Kennedy during these conversations.
The physical, or rather, non-physical, circumstances of these encounters were quite simple. On each occasion, I was engulfed by a strange radiance in which the physical world disappeared, and I was serenely aware that I was in the Presence of John F. Kennedy. There was absolute peace, and I was under the impression that nothing ever had or ever could disturb us in these surroundings. It was as though one had attained a state of ultimate beauty, and had left behind forever all the cares of earth.
My life will be judged worthwhile to the extent that it is of use to others. For this reason, I wish to tell of the things which have happened to me in my struggle against the forces of darkness. It is my hope that others will be forewarned of what to expect in this fight.
During the past thirty years of this struggle, many of the great patriots who gave me, instinctively, their valuable guidance and inspiration, were themselves heavily immobilized by the machinations of international Jewry. They considered their personal losses relatively unimportant, however, compared to the sufferings of the Gentile people who have been enslaved by the Jews.
In the same way, it might seem idle carping for me to mention the murder of my parents by government agents working for the Jews, who wanted revenge against me for my work; not when we consider that sixty-six million Christians have been killed in Russian concentration camps since 1917, all of them murdered by the Jewish Communists who built and operated these camps.
These millions lie nameless and unmourned. But they were no less the victims of the Jews than my parents were -- or many other Americans whose sacrifices have gone unrecorded by those who are next on the death list.
Revisionism is a matter of method, not ideology.
It advocates, for all research, a return to the starting point, examination followed by re-examination, re-reading and re-writing, evaluation followed by re-evaluation, reorientation, revision, recasting; it is, in spirit, the opposite of ideology. It does not deny, but aims to affirm more accurately. Revisionists are not 'deniers' or 'negationists'; they strive to seek and find where, it seems, there was nothing left to seek or find.
Revisionism can be applied to a hundred everyday activities and a hundred areas of historical, scientific or literary research. It does not necessarily call into question established ideas, but often leads to their being qualified. It seeks to disentangle the true from the false. History is, by its very nature, revisionist; ideology is its enemy. As ideology is never stronger than in times of war or conflict, and as it then manufactures falsehoods in profusion for the needs of its propaganda, the historian will, in the circumstances, be led to redouble his vigilance: He will no doubt realise that, where a war has caused tens of millions of victims, the first victim will have been the verifiable truth: a truth that must be sought out and re-established.
The official history of the Second World War contains a little truth combined with a lot of falsehood.
At the risk of being misunderstood by some, I dedicate this book to those, among the bloody victors of the Second World War, who, like Churchill, Eisenhower or de Gaulle, refused, both during the battle and afterwards, to endorse, if only with one word, the atrocious, grotesque, insolent imposture of the alleged genocide of the Jews and the alleged Nazi gas chambers.
Lastly, I hope that this book will be a sign of a memory that is not selective or tribal, but universal, without any exclusivity: in memoriam omnium. May it also be read as a tribute to the real sufferings of all the victims of the 1939-1945 war, whether these victims belonged to the victors, whom we praise, or to the vanquished, whom we have never ceased, for nearly half a century, to humiliate and offend!
Written during the worst years of the Second World War, The Peace is Ernst Jünger's noble attempt to see a way forward for Europe and Western Civilization after decades of civil war and destruction. More than a document of historical interest, it is a statement of principle and hope by one of the great men of 20th century history.