By Mark Clavier I admit that I occasionally can be a theological curmudgeon. I say this not to boast nor even to excuse myself since I’m not quite prepared to repent of it. It stems, I think, from a sensitiv... Read More...
For Rose Macaulay in The Towers of Trebizond, a story of moral seriousness couldn’t afford to tie up everything neatly.
Christian worship and Christian ethics are inextricably bound up together.
I entirely agree with Thatcher that Anglicans need to do their homework on sex and gender, instead of incoherently flailing about, rewriting canons and changing the sacraments on the fly. But I was quite puzzled by his article.
The enchanting beauty and intricate patterns of Anglo-Catholic liturgy provide the lineaments of imagination in The Towers of Trebizond.
Contrary to many assessments, the final montage suggests that no one has changed.