By John Solomon
How the government's punishing of the exposure of official wrongdoing can linger for years
Oliver Sacks may be an atheist, but flashes of heaven and hell illuminate his new book "Hallucinations," which is studded with stories of mystical experiences and ends with a reference to God.
Alexandra Popoff's "The Wives" is a book that most women will love and most feminists will hate -- the story of six great Russian literary partnerships, each one consisting of a husband and wife. More particularly, it is the story of the six wives, extraordinary women in their own right as well as gifted collaborators without whom their husbands' lives and literary legacies would have been severely diminished.
Archbishop of Canterbury Rowan Williams is stepping down at the end of the year, calling an end to a tumultuous decade as leader of a global Anglican Communion that has been sharply divided over sexuality and gender.
Life matters. No matter if you believe in or doubt eternity in any form, your existence in time and space, forgotten as it will inevitably be, makes weird sense. David Horowitz makes the point lyrically, almost poetically, in his "A Point in Time: The Search for Redemption in This Life and the Next."
"Our Idiot Brother" is not quite an antidote to this summer's proliferation of crass comedies with overly literal titles — the movie has too much in common with its boorish cousins for that. But its genuine warmth and literary pedigree make it an interesting sidelight to "Bad Teacher," "Bridesmaids" and "Horrible Bosses."
During the revolution in Egypt, the sentiment among most of America's political and intellectual cadre seemed to be one of a hands-off approach, saying in effect, this is the time for the Egyptian people to be heard and take charge of their country.
He later wrote of the experience: "I felt the heaven was going down upon the earth and that it had engulfed me.
Renowned neurologist, author Oliver Sacks on religion: Is it a hallucination? →
("In abstract love of humanity," Fyodor Dostoevsky wrote, "one almost always only loves oneself."
