A reminder to my U.S. readers: now that Francis Spufford’s Nonesuch is published here, you have an absolute moral and aesthetic obligation to buy it and read it. It is a magnificent book — and the first of a pair! (The second one is in progress.)
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The [left hemisphere of the brain] is unreasonably optimistic, and it lacks insight into its limitations. The [right hemisphere] is more realistic, but tends towards the pessimistic.
— This from McGilchrist is especially interesting in light of my recent quote from Scruton’s The Uses of Pessimism.
I’m going in: The Matter With Things: Our Brains, Our Delusions and the Unmaking of the World by Iain McGilchrist 📚
I started to blog something about this new Cal Newport essay, but then I thought: Why? Everyone already knows all this. If you haven’t changed your habits by now, are you likely to do so? Newport is right to say that there is precedent for a widespread transformation of American habits, but the difference between our current situation and the unhealthy-eating-no-exercise 1950s is that those previous bad habits weren’t nearly as addictive as the ones that are consuming human minds today.
(https://www.theguardian.com/football/2026/mar/29/igor-tudor-leaves-tottenham-after-44-days-with-club-mired-in-relegation-troubled) is the shortest Tudor reign since Lady Jane Grey.
Chatbots’ brains don’t have a right hemisphere.
My former professor Don Hirsch, who late in his career turned from literary theory and hermeneutics to education reform, is still writing about education — at the age of 98. I’m trying to decide whether I want him to me my role model….
Jesus did not say, “Blessed are the agentic.” Christianity is not supposed to be primarily a faith for educated strivers. And any revival that doesn’t give the drifting or disaffected a surer reason for belief, that doesn’t lift up the lowly or reach the poor in spirit, would be a revival unworthy of the name.

“Begin”?
I had decided to suspend, and maybe not resume, writing on my big blog, but it’s my intellectual sandbox, the place where I try out ideas to see how they work out. I have missed that. So gradually I’m resuming, and: here’s a post explaining why Plato’s Republic has the wrong title.
James Reason’s Swiss cheese model of failure, which I learned about from this essay.
James Bradford, one of nine students arrested for reading in the Jackson, MS public library in 1961.
In societies where freedom is under threat, an informed citizen is countercultural and deep reading is an act of resistance. Just as protest and vigilance are essential, so is the ability to read and think. In a would-be autocracy, the autocrat aims to subsume our society’s particular narratives into his master narrative — in which his name fills the headlines, his voice and image dominate the broadcasts, and his airbrushed visage appears on the facades of government. To read a book, however, is to enter a narrative that stands outside the politics-and-media maelstrom. In a would-be autocracy, even a small bookstore — with hundreds of books, classic, recent, and current — is a space of contrary narratives, where truth is recognized as both essential and complicated.
Accidental glamour shot

John Thorn on the history of baseball’s strike zone.
It is perhaps not an accident, then, that at the same time distraction poses an existential and spiritual threat to the fullness of being human, so many forms of modern religion have become an engine for domesticating the divine. Overly confident in their conception of the divine, for example, public forms of Christianity seem to eviscerate mystery. A God that can be conceptually encompassed and comprehended is invoked to carve up the world into a culture war of “us” vs. “them.”
In the face of such distraction and domestication of the divine, we can hear afresh Karl Rahner’s prescient insight: “The Christian of the future will be a mystic, or will not exist at all.”
My dear mother-in-law, Margaret Hall Collins, is 102 years old today!
Thomas Pynchon, from liner notes for an album of Spike Jones music (1994):
Nowadays, when everybody knows everything and nobody takes any text seriously, it’s hard to remember how it felt once to share a public world not as contaminated by the terminally wised-up irony that has come to pervade our own lives.
Even more true today.
I wrote about my two essays in the new issue of the Hedgehog Review, both of which are about human obligations.
I do not need these books. I do not need these books. I do not need these books.
