Hagoth favors essays that can trace their lineage back to Michel de Montaigne; whether narrative, analytical, or devotional, these essays lean ruminative, conversational, meandering, impressionistic, and are reluctant to wax didactic. But that doesn’t mean you won’t find the occasional poem or piece of fiction here as well.
The first words off their lips are always “Fear not,” for even the righteous Prophets fall to their faces in utter terror at the awful and horrible sight of a full-fledged angel in glory.
Several years ago, as part of my continuing quest to find Christmas music I don’t hate, I stumbled upon this hidden gem: Harvey Danger’s “Sometimes
I wonder if some ancient Hindu mathematician (ancient India was renowned for its mathematicians, who were the first to understand the elementary yet essential concept
Once upon a time, when I was on the verge of the impossible age of 30, I set out on a quest to find Christmas
Once, there was a Catholic nunnery in Nauvoo, IL, the Mississippi river-town founded by Joseph Smith after the Saints were mobbed out of nearby Missouri.
OK, story time. Once, while interning for an English-language newspaper in Mexico during tail-end of the Bush years, I went with my office to Hard
[Apropos of the season, we present here a third and final selection from Modern Death in Irish and Latin American Literature (Palgrave Macmillan, 2020), available
Early in William Gaddis’s sprawling 1955 debut novel The Recognitions, a gifted young artist named Wyatt is recruited by an unscrupulous art dealer to paint
From the vantage point of 2021, what now stands out to me most about Low’s 1999 Indie-classic Christmas is how much it anticipates their development throughout the 21st century–and our own.
Once upon a time, I went floating in the Great Salt Lake. The experience is uncanny: there, there are no tides, no currents, no waves,
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