In the 1991 film Black Robe, a Jesuit priest sits on a log in the forest, writing in a book. It’s Quebec in the 17th century, and he’s travelling with a group of Huron aboriginal people and French explorers.… Continue reading
A few months back, Jen and I went to a dinner party, one of the first in a long time, post-COVID. The food and conversation were lovely, but one person in the group launched into a diatribe against George Harrison, the deceased lead guitarist of the Fab Four.
The Beatles, in my mind, are unassailable.… Continue reading