by Roy Luna I recently came into the acquisition of a fine collection of books, cheap, all by the same author, published by The Swedenborg Society from 1949 to 1966, beautifully printed on thick, creamy paper and bound, not in leather, but in sturdy boards nonetheless. They should last another…

Braund’s Bookstore (not its real name) is chockablock with books. We’re groaning under the sheer weight of the stacks. We have been obliged to build towers of tomes over the books on the highest shelves, where there are no more shelves. We have been forced to keep stacks on chairs,…

For these and other causes, for the edification of the faithful and for the good of their souls, we will prohibit them from ever reading any book, under pain of eternal damnation.

These days, politics brings out the worst in Americans, grows them fangs and claws, makes their throats heavy with growls, their faces dark with scowls and like vampires versus werewolves they attack each other with fury.