First of all the disclaimer: I got my copy of Proud To Be Right: Voices Of the Next Conservative Generation from our friend Rachel Motte of Evangelical Outpost, one of the book’s contributors.

Proud To Be Right is an anthology of essays by various young conservative writers, all edited by Jonah Goldberg of National Review Online. At 247 pages, I found it an easy read, and I zipped through it in a couple days. It’s difficult to make a summary statement about the contents, though, because a very wide range of views is showcased here. You’ve got Bible conservatives on one end, and atheist libertarians on the other. You’ve got supporters of the War On Terror, and an isolationist. You’ve got a stay at home mother and a gay marriage advocate. My primary reaction, as an obsolescent Baby Boomer, is that if these young conservatives ever win the political war and kill big government liberalism forever, they will immediately split into factions, and the new political divisions will be as sharp as the old.

There are some excellent essays here. I was impressed with “A Noncomforming Reconstruction” by Justin Katz, a poetic meditation on the preservation of culture, using the restoration of an old house as a metaphor. Rachel Motte’s “Liberals Are Dumb: And Other Shared Texts” is an extremely thoughtful warning to think beyond bumper stickers and slogans; to treat people and arguments with respect: “My generation’s forebears were fortunate in that their elders were willing to tell them when they were ignorant—but for our entire lives, our elders have been too busy trying to emulate us to even realize how poorly they taught us.” (This essay may really be the most valuable of the collection, and I don’t say it just because Rachel’s a friend. The kind of snarky thinking she decries is precisely what’s wrong with some of the other essays in this book.) “Immersion Experience” by Caitrin Nicol is another good essay, a defense of homeschooled kids combined with an appreciation of her liberal friends. I also enjoyed “Ducking the Coffins: How I Became an Edu-Con” by Ashley Thorne, a memoir of her experience as a student at King’s College, a classical curriculum college in Manhattan.

At the other end of the spectrum, there were a couple essays I actively disliked. Pride of place, needless to say, goes to “The Consistency of Gay Conservatives” by James Kirchick. This is a remarkably dysphoric piece, entirely lacking in humor, self-questioning, or charity. His thesis is that many gays have decided that the Republican Party is a more useful vehicle to get them to their goal than the Democratic Party, so they claim this territory in the name of the queens. We’re here, we’re cheerless, get used to it. He makes no attempt to soft-peddle his contempt for the knuckle-draggers in flyover country who refuse to get with the program.

“The Leptogonians: Growing Up Conservative in a Disrupted Decade” by James Poulos, is almost unreadable, at least for someone not current with hipster culture. I suspect it may be a brilliant and tightly-knit rhetorical tour-de-force, but I have no way of telling.

“The Smoker’s Code” by Helen Rittelmeyer performed the almost impossible task of nearly destroying my long-standing sympathy for smokers in a tobacco-hating culture. Its argument seems to be that we should concentrate more on finding ways to look cool than on constructing reasoned and convincing arguments.

The rest of the essays fall somewhere in between. My overall take-away is that the term “conservative” doesn’t seem to have much positive meaning anymore. The only thing these writers have in common as a group is their rejection of big government. Our country could change into something almost unrecognizable, and it would still be considered a conservative victory by the standards of many of these writers.

I wonder what Jonah Goldberg actually thought about this collection (I discount what he says in his introduction, of course). The book is educational. I’m not sure it offers great hope for the future of conservatism.

The name Eirik Bloodaxe conjures an obvious image of a great Viking warrior. This use of Eirik’s name to personify Vikings in general can be clearly seen from the way that the Jorvik Viking Centre, which mostly deals with the peaceful activities of the great Viking settlement at York, for many years sold a range of “Erik Bloodaxe” products showing a bearded Viking warrior (pp. 8-9).

Eirik (or Erik) Bloodaxe is one of the most famous Vikings of all time, right up there with Erik the Red, but that fact is due, alas, more to the evocative nickname he enjoyed than his actual achievement or the historical record. In point of fact, we don’t know a lot about this man. Was the Eirik Bloodaxe who ruled Norway and was driven out by Haakon the Good the same Eirik who showed up a few years later as king of York in England? Most historians think it likely, but there’s some dispute. Did he rule York once, twice, or even three times? The record is confusing and contradictory. Did he die in England or in Spain? Is he buried in Norway? Opinions differ.

This short volume (133 pages, including notes), Eirik Bloodaxe by Gareth Williams, Curator of Early Medieval Coinage at the British Museum, is the first attempt ever to write a biography of this shadowy figure, remembered as simultaneously a ruthless warrior and a hen-pecked husband. As a serious work of scholarship, it cannot give a complete or definitive story, but it’s valuable in compiling what we are able to know about the man, as well as discussing the many lacunae and contradictions in the record. In describing Eirik’s world and the forces that shaped him, it also provides valuable information to the reader on the story of Eirik’s father, Harald Finehair of Norway, and his achievement.

The book is handsome to look at, featuring excellent illustrations, many in color. The prose is clean and the editing (generally) good. As a specialized work on a relatively minor historical figure, it may not appeal to the general reader, but the serious Viking enthusiast will want to have it on his bookshelf.

Evening In the Palace of Reason is a smart, engaging, well-written historical study that ought to be a lot better known than it is.

It centers on a fleeting moment, just a footnote to history. But what happened, and the story that leads up to it, illuminate three epochs of European history, and have relevance in our 21st Century as well.

The facts are easily summarized. On the evening of May 7, 1747, Johan Sebastian Bach and his son Carl presented themselves, by royal command, at the palace of King Frederick the Great of Prussia in Potsdam. Frederick, with his customary lack of courtesy, had required their immediate attendance following the old composer’s arrival by coach, after a three-day journey. He wasn’t given time to wash or change his clothes. Continue reading Evening In the Palace of Reason, by James R. Gaines →

I didn’t dislike Tony Horwitz’ rambling book, A Voyage Long and Strange. He’s a likeable writer. One assumes his political preferences are liberal, but he works very hard to give everybody a fair hearing, not just the contemporaries he meets on his journeys across America, but the historical figures whose footsteps he attempts to follow.

The germ of the book was conceived when he made an accidental stopover in Plymouth, Massachusetts, was unimpressed with the sight of Plymouth Rock, and began to wonder why, out of all the pre-colonial and colonial American settlements, we’ve chosen Plymouth Plantation as the birthplace of the American idea. He decided to follow the trail of the chief European explorers and settlers who predated Plymouth, to try to evaluate their relative contributions.

In this goal, I believe, he fails utterly. Still, the story is amusing and informative. Horwitz is good company, and has a charmingly self-deprecating voice. Continue reading A Voyage Long and Strange →