Luke Foster
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Luke Foster
@gurueluke
Knight errant, moçambicano, would-be philosopher-poet. In Lumine Tuo Videbimus Lumen. PhD @uchicago. Professor @HillsdaleInDC. Opinions are mine alone.


We have political and structural problems which require political and structural solutions. Becoming glorified living history re-enactors in a few pleasant rural enclaves while the country is utterly transformed around us is a recipe for failure and decay.



Who has taught a good course on the literary depictions of the French Revolution? Of course Tale of Two Cities and the Scarlet Pimpernel come to mind, as does Les dieux ont soif, but what else?



« J'ai l'amour de la raison, je n’en ai pas le fanatisme […] quand vous en aurez fait une divinité, elle vous aveuglera et vous persuadera des crimes. » - Anatole France, The Gods Are Thirsty (1912) "I love reason, but I do not have its fanaticism […] when you make it a divinity, it will blind you and persuade you to commit crimes." In The Gods Are Thirsty, Anatole France takes the French Revolution's Reign of Terror and turns it into a pitiless moral mirror. Young Évariste Gamelin, an idealistic painter turned revolutionary judge, begins with dreams of virtue and ends by feeding the guillotine with anyone who falls short of his purity. As the Terror consumes its own, France shows how quickly the thirst for justice becomes a thirst for blood - how the noblest slogans can license the most ordinary men to commit extraordinary evil. It's a novel that reaches far beyond 1794. France, who had himself stood against the mob during the Dreyfus Affair, knew the danger of dogmatic certainty from bitter personal experience. The result is one of the most elegant and chilling warnings in literature: that every age produces its own gods, and those gods are always thirsty.










While I admire Prof. Corey as much as the next Christian humanist, her piece in @WSJFreeEx regarding @christopherrufo strikes me as utopic -- perhaps 20 years at Baylor has made the American academy seem more moderate than it really is? wsj.com/opinion/free-e…


Thank you to @DrDominicGreen for covering Amazon's ban of The Camp of the Saints in the @dcexaminer Read it below 👇👇

Which are the most humane (empathetic, compassionate) Arab / Middle Eastern novels? Thought behind the question: I read a bunch of these novels last year -- my selection algorithm was to sample widely among the award-winning works from the region (Egypt, Sudan, Iran, Palestine, Jordan, among others) -- and, overall, I was very struck by the darkness and violence. (Abundant rape, murder, violence, and so forth.) In trying to figure out why the outlooks are so consistently bleak, I don’t think it’s only a matter of colonialism. For example, The Blind Owl is often ranked as the best novel to come out of Iran, which was never colonized as such, but nonetheless describes an obsessive madman who kills and dismembers his partner. In Season of Migration to the North, the colonizer -- Britain -- is described as being quite benevolent at least at the object level (granting a scholarship to the protagonist; treating him unreasonably justly during his murder trial). Men in the Sun is similarly grim while taking place in a post-colonial Arab world. Even books that are sometimes described as heartwarming (such as Mahfouz’s Cairo Trilogy) centrally feature rape and female oppression (that Amina is not permitted to leave the home is a core plot issue). One guess is that it is a function of award selection algorithms: gritty despair is seen as high-status and structurally celebrated. Another theory would be the period: there are lots of humane novels in the Western canon (Dickens, Tolstoy, Eliot…), but those are more likely to be from the nineteenth century, whereas the Arab / Middle Eastern novelistic canon didn’t emerge until the twentieth. I’m not sure this explains it, however. In Search of Lost Time, Great Gatsby, Ulysses, Midnight's Children are all critically-acclaimed 20th century novels, close to the top of almost any list, that one would not describe as macabre. It’s possible that I just read the wrong books and got unlucky. So: which authors from the region can best be compared to Faulkner, Eliot, Fitzgerald, or Rushdie? (And if they haven't won major awards, does that indicate that the awards have a negative bias?)










