“I CAN see why they made you a bishop, Bishop!” Warm words towards members of the episcopate are not a common occurrence. To hear this from the Rector of St Bartholomew the Great, Smithfield, the Revd Marcus Walker, at the…
NORMALLY, I urge people to read the original of the stories that I quote from. This week, I would urge you not to. The bits I’m going to quote are horrible enough. They come from a piece in Harper’s Magazine by Daniel Kolitz…
I WROTE in a previous column (16 May) about how Maggie and I had visited Glastonbury in May, and I reflected a little on all the legends that gathered round that “storied vale”, and contrasted the stillness, beauty, and…
POPE LEO XIV has been hard to read. Pope Francis signalled his theology boldly, even flamboyantly. His successor has been altogether more guarded; but, six months into his pontificate, we are finally beginning to get an idea…
I TOOK a train to Oxford to hear Dr Kathleen Stock lecture on assisted suicide. I once wrote her a private note of support as from a Guardian leader-writer when she was being hounded out of Sussex University, largely because…
ON A rare afternoon of rest and peace, amid the ill-planned busyness of this North American tour, I went out walking with a couple of friends through lovely woodlands towards the shores of Radnor Lake, in Tennessee. We were…
DAME JILLY COOPER’s death last week, at the age of 88, sent me scurrying to read her novels for the first time. I vaguely remembered her scatty columns for The Sunday Times, but I had never ploughed through any of the…
JUDGING by the photographs, as everyone seems to have done, the fake graffiti in Canterbury Cathedral are hideous and very obtrusive. Hideous they will always be, but no one seems to have gone in person to discover how much…
AN EXTRAORDINARY phone call appears to have clinched last week’s Gaza peace deal. It occurred last month, just after Israel bombed the Qatari capital, Doha, in an attempt to assassinate the leaders of Hamas who were there for…
AMERICA, that still unfolding experiment, is a land of contradictions and inversions. I am writing this from an anonymous, ersatz, placeless place, a room whose windows you cannot open, in an establishment calling itself a…
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