"My job is to make what happens within the story convincing and accurate and compelling and believable – and if I am a decent observer of human nature and the world, all theological ideas can find a home here."

In These Pages: From 1961 and 1966

From 1936, a Jesuit poet reviews the early poems of Robert Frost.

Tom Wolfe’s Back to Blood seems like a capstone to the writer's career.

The city suffocates with the smellOf hemp, soaked in blood, everywhere.Hour after hour after hour she tossesFrom one nightmare to another.Her bed sheets, once silveredWith the scent of nard, taste of gall.She dreams she sees her husband, the prefectOf equivocation, leaning over the porticoTrying to

Graham Greene has had more malevolent biographers than anyone is due.