Brother Murphy was about forty-five, but it was hard to put an age on adults. I didn’t see them as younger or older than my father. All men seemed to be that age. But it wasn’t the age; it was distance. They seemed far away, in another room or country. I didn’t understand men. I wasn’t alone…
The Centenary of the Russian Revolution
Boys in Zinc
Nobel Prize winner Svetlana Alexievich on the USSR in Afghanistan.
Words and the Word
Miranda France on how C.S. Lewis and T.S. Eliot redrafted the Anglican Book of Common Prayer.
Peace Shall Destroy Many
‘It creates deep-seated wells of rage that find no release.’ Miriam Toews on pacifism in Mennonite communities.
‘Every sect needs jargon. We did not have churches, we had halls; services were called meetings; the congregation was the assembly; elders were overseers’