Not since Kazuo Ishiguro’s Never Let Me Go has a work of modern fiction broken my heart so meticulously.
Author Archives: Joshua Gibbs
On Hypocrisy
The teacher to the student: Can you not write a single paragraph without becoming bored and checking your phone? The student to the teacher: Can you not grade a single essay without becoming bored and checking your phone?
Modern Politics
The really delightful thing about so many people running for president is the great bounty of schadenfreude we may enjoy when almost all of them lose.
Sublime
Proverbial, Episode 18: The Joke’s On You
When I’m depressed, I watch standup comedy. I watch it alone. I don’t laugh. When it is over, I feel better. The latest episode of Proverbial is about jokes, why jokes are offensive, and why you need to be offended every now again.
My Child Is A Theoflect
While it chagrins me to say so, I have my doubts this recent piece for CiRCE will be understood as satire.
Sunday Morning Catechism With My Daughters
Every week, on the drive to Church. Q: Where are we going? A: To Church. Q: Where is Church? A: In Heaven. Q: When is Church? A: The end of time. Q: Who will we see at Church? A: Mary, Jesus, the martyrs, the saints, the apostles, and the prophets. Q: Who are the apostles?Continue reading “Sunday Morning Catechism With My Daughters”
A Short History of Audacious Bets Made In America During The 20th Century
Christians: (pushing a small stack of poker chips into the middle of the table) I bet there’s no such thing as gluttony. Secularists: (pushing out two larger stacks of poker chips) I bet there’s no such thing as lust. Christians: (undaunted, pushing all remaining poker chips out) I bet there’s no such thing as shallowness.Continue reading “A Short History of Audacious Bets Made In America During The 20th Century”
Books Finished In 2020
A work of juvenilia, really, but I am moving on to Stoner next. I haven’t read a great American novel in some time.
All This Time
Since quitting social media, I’ve had all this time to read. Last week, I finished The Talented Mr Ripley. Patricia Highsmith writes very fine sentences, good paragraphs, but is not much for chapters. Nonetheless, her capacity to identify the micro-incentives, micro-disappointments, and micro-delusions which happen at a nearly imperceptible level in the human heart wasContinue reading “All This Time”
There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. 