Lizzie invited me to last night’s screening of Jesus Camp. I went, with some trepidation. “It’s okay,” she told me, as the opening credits started. “You’re sitting next to a Jew.” I tend to shrink from reimmersion in the whacked-out, storefront-church world of my childhood. Also, I worried that the tone of the film might be broadly mocking, and I . . .
Josh Marshall’s hiring of bloggers who “devote their working days to tracking down and breaking news” is a “model that the newspapers should be noting with interest.”
When Amitava Kumar wrote to tell me the tomato soup was a hit at his place, I asked for one of his own recipes. Behold Henry Perowne’s Fish Stew (from Saturday).
Sean Carman, our man in Washington D.C., reports on a reading of Literature From the Axis of Evil. It’s a great paradox that, at a time when communication across borders and between peoples has never been easier, or more vital, there is so little of it. There are American media outposts in every corner of the globe, and yet . . .
Why hasn’t there been a great Martin Luther King biopic like Spike Lee’s Malcolm X? (The last substantial treatment was a ’78 miniseries.)