When I learned that Martin Amis, the novelist, had died, I felt a stab of sorrow. I did not know him personally, and heard him speak only once, at the memorial service for an acquaintance of mine. He spoke well, but it was not an occasion for rhetorical brilliance. He behaved like a perfectly civilized man, and in a dignified and modest manner. Part ...
I call them the "Ackchyuallies": the concern trolls who reflexively politicize and pollute every occasion of mass recollection, wailing, "Columbus was a mass murderer!" and "Thanksgiving is racist!" But when ...
.jpg)
It would have been a surprise if the obituaries of Martin McGuinness, chief of staff of the Provisional IRA and subsequently a key figure in the peace process and then deputy first minister of Northern Ireland, hadn"t been, shall we ...
Jack Chick is dead, alas, and along with him any hope for new additions to his corpus of strangely endearing Evangelical scare tracts. Even those who aren"t aficionados might have encountered Chick's work (known as "Chick ...
The dumbing down of the establishment left is amusingly illustrated by how the Southern Poverty Law Center, America's most lucrative hate group, put the great scientist Henry Harpending (1944"2016) on their "Extremist Info" ...
Another day, another dead British rock star who famously flirted with fascist symbolism. Two weeks ago it was Lemmy, and now comes word that David Bowie has finally floated away into outer space for the last time. Ground Control has ...
Right after I hit "send" on my second last column " the one about being short " I kicked myself (as best I could with these damn stubby legs) for forgetting to mention The Tin Drum, whose anti-hero, Oskar, is the ...
After tormenting the rest of us for nigh on a century, last week that unrepentant communist and multimillionaire folk “singer” Pete Seeger was shipped off to the Devil’s gulag. I awoke to the welcome news via a ...
The only man I know who belonged to more gentlemen's clubs than Eddie Ulmann was the late Bobby Sweeny of amateur golf fame, who once pleaded poverty to me while signing checks to something like twenty clubs spread around the Western ...
As a college student I would buy copies of The New Yorker to sample the sparkling prose of James Thurber and S. J. Perelman and to appreciate the clever cartoons that graced each issue. Despite the magazine's veering toward the trendy ...
Subscribe to Taki's Magazine for an ad-free experience and help us stand against political correctness.
Join NowSign up to receive posts
