Dan Hitchens

Its legacy can be simply summarized: ten years which have destroyed a great deal and created almost nothing. Continue Reading »

Both men lived through, in the last decade of their lives, the chaos of our times, but in very different ways. Continue Reading »

A couple of years ago I stumbled upon a cult. Browsing in a secondhand bookshop, I picked up R. H. Tawney’s Religion and the Rise of Capitalism and, remembering a vague resolution to read it one day, took it to the counter. The fresh-faced student at the cash register was delighted. . . . . Continue Reading »

Longtime fans of the Irish poet Derek ­Mahon had to laugh when, in the spring of 2020, he unexpectedly went viral. As part of an Instagram series organized by the Game of Thrones actress Emilia Clarke to provide “poetry for the heart and soul” during the pandemic, another superstar, . . . . Continue Reading »

So much did Queen Elizabeth II represent the nation that with her death most Britons feel a part of their identity, their footing in the world, has been lost. Continue Reading »

 Style is the intellect in flight: A thought can only really travel when it has the equilibrium, speed, and structure to get off the ground. Continue Reading »

Those who claim that the Church has nothing to do except resist and condemn are mistaken; but they are less mistaken than those who think we should raise the gates and invite the enemy in.     Continue Reading »

Whereas bad journalism is easy—all you need is an internet connection and an instinct for what will make people furious—good journalism needs editors who can coax the best out of writers (and excise their worst). Continue Reading »

Is this liberal Catholicism’s big moment? In the Oval Office, a pro-abortion president sits with a photograph of the Holy Father displayed proudly over his left shoulder. In Germany, Europe’s most powerful bishops’ conference ­presses ahead with its “synodal path,” reassessing doctrine on . . . . Continue Reading »

In Darwin, Australia, sometime in 1958, an old man lay dying in hospital. He asked to see—of all people—the British writer ­Malcolm Muggeridge. They didn’t know each other, but ­Muggeridge was touring Australia and the old man had heard him on the radio. As ­Muggeridge recalled it, . . . . Continue Reading »