Spin is not new. Consider the Tudors, who likely as not created the myth of Evil King Richard III. Until quite recently, however, there was such a thing as a counterargument.
A long time ago in a research and development laboratory far, far away, Raphi Giangiulio made a little piece of cinematic history.
I want you to know that you deserve to be here. You are no less worthy than they are. You are not operating at a deficit.
I’ve increasingly spent time with aspirational genre fiction, the spy novel or murder mystery that is far better than its neighboring peers on nearby bookshelves but will never be confused with Faulkner. And if you throw a story about Ireland into the mix, well, I’ll be ready to plop down some money for the trip. That’s how I came recently to reading In the Woods by Tana French.
Oh yeah, that. Fun for you, maybe.
On the night before Christmas, when I was little, the very air would be teeming with excitation. The world felt wondrous and magical and alive in anticipation of the unbelievable making a real-life visit.
One day about halfway through his work as the main carpenter on the Notre Dame organ, Andreas Schonger wiped out while training for a mountain bike race and broke his collarbone. The accident was bad enough that firefighters had to carry him out of the forest.
The road I have traveled was due much more to luck than skill, and to seizing opportunities that privilege and fortune placed on my path along the way.
For 14 years, Anne Perry, known for her Victorian-era mysteries, has offered the yearly Christmas gift of a holiday novella. Her A Christmas Promise, released in 2009, evokes a world familiar to fans of Charles Dickens.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Skip the undigested bits of beef and go straight for the Ghost of Christmas Past.
Bone up on your organ knowledge; impress your friends.
Decades later, militarists and historians still wondered how it could have happened.
A first-of-its-kind class rotates from Notre Dame to Holy Cross to Saint Mary’s each week, with students from each school asking how we might live better in relation to creation.
When they went to bed on election night, most Americans — even in GOP quarters — thought the outcome of 2016 was a foregone conclusion. But by the time the presidential and other electoral results became known, it was the Democrats who were left wondering what their party’s fortunes might be.
I have so loved this year and being a missionary of mercy that I had thought about sneaking into St. Peter’s and getting behind the Holy Door, so that when the Holy Father tried to close it, it wouldn’t.
In this fifth in a series of student-written pieces on the stresses and anxieties of college student life, a senior recalls a pair of life-changing lessons she learned midway through her sophomore year. “And I began to say no to the culture threatening to envelop me."
I don’t usually like historical fiction, but Bernard Cornwell’s books caught my attention when I was roaming the bookstore. The Last Kingdom is the first in a continuing series, an epic saga set in England around the 9th century B.C. Danish raiders from the north set out to conquer the island, killing all who stand in their path. It is a dangerous time for the Christian Britons, who see the invading pagan Danes as a threat to both their lives and their faith.
Everything we ever needed to know about our talents, teamwork, the tonnage of our fear, we learned in Bookstore Basketball.
Joe Green is a boat builder by trade. It’s inherently nomadic work that has taken him far away from home, building everything from historic fishing-boat replicas to rowing shells to the 42-foot motorsailers of the rich and famous — but there was always something missing. So now he builds organs for a living.
Several years ago I wanted to make more of Thanksgiving than turkey and football games. I decided to thank somebody who had impacted my life and express that gratitude by telling the story at this website. My memories of Mr. Burke point me in several directions.
In this fourth in a series of student-written pieces on the stresses and anxieties of college student life, the writer briefly ponders one lesson during a brisk and fragmented day: “Our entire beings are dictated by verbs and actions and are ever-changing. I’m not Bridget. I’m Bridget-ing.”
Now, with British voters’ decision to leave the European Union and the U.S. election of a protectionist president, what will happen to the “special relationship” between the United States and the United Kingdom?
At age 70, the president-elect faces a new reality that couldn’t be more different from his decades as a developer or even his nearly 18 months as a political candidate. Showing up at the Oval Office each morning to “just see what develops,” in a phrase taken from his 1987 bestseller, The Art of the Deal, probably won’t suffice as a strategy for serving as president of the United States.
Moving to my new city, starting my first job, a lot of unknowns. What plans could a then-almost-graduate have that far in advance?
He was 20. How was it that no one was looking over his shoulder when he was drilling and burning holes in expensive oak that took hours to mark, for an instrument meant to outlive him by centuries?
In this third essay in a series of student-written pieces on the stresses and anxieties of college student life, the writer reflects on the weight of a Notre Dame education. “Of all the things that a Notre Dame graduate could — and should — do,” she wonders, “how could I just want to go back home?”
Diversity is a big issue on this campus and the president’s office has devoted a lot of time and energy to address it. But just how diverse and inclusive is Notre Dame?
If you’re not familiar with Willy Vlautin, you may hear more about him soon because the planned 2017 movie based on his 2010 novel, Lean on Pete, is expected to be a major hit. His four books — The Motel Life, The Free, Northline and Lean on Pete — all explore what I would call the permanent underclass. His characters are devoted to getting themselves out of immediate jams and away from pain.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Including that one friend whose name Mitch can never remember.