Coming soon in Zygon: Journal of Religion and Science. Stay tuned. 1. PHILOSOPHER OF PRECISION AND SOUL: INTRODUCING WALKER PERCY by Leslie Marsh This article introduces the work of philosopher-novelist Walker Percy to the Zygon readership. After some biographical and contextual preliminaries I suggest that the conceptual collecting feature to Percy’s work is his critique…
The only mystery is that nothing changes. Nothing really happens. Marriages, births, deaths, terrible wars had occurred but had changed nothing. War is not a change but a poor attempt to make a change. War and peace are not events. ***** And, strange to say, at the very moment of his remembering the distant past,…
What was my (your, our) discovery? That I could act. I was free to act. Is this something everyone knows or thinks he knows or, if he knows, knows in the wrong way? With gold-tinted corneas everything looks like gold but it’s fool’s gold. Here was the kind of gold-tinted corneas I had: Dr. Duk…
May 28th marks the centenary of Walker Percy’s birth. Here is the first public announcement of this work-in-progress for Louisiana State University Press to commemorate Percy’s birth. existentialismphilosophical literaturePhilosophyWalker Percy
Ewell McBee, he reflected as he lay prone under the Rolls, was another example of the demented and farcical times we live in. Did the growing madness have something to do with the Jews pulling out? Who said we could get along without the Jews? Watch the Jews, their mysterious comings and goings and stayings!…
Surely, though, all is not well with a man who falls down in the fairway, and finds himself overtaken by unaccountable memories, memories of extraordinary power and poignancy. But memories of what? ***** He smiled. Yes, that was it. With two mirrors it is possible to see oneself briefly as a man among men rather…
The 10th May commemorates the death of Percy in 1990: this year marks the centenary of his birth. The lives of other people seemed even more farcical than his own. It astonished him that as farcical as most people’s lives were, they generally gave no sign of it. Why was it that it was he…
There is nothing like a liberal gone sour. ***** I told him this for two reasons. One was that it was the only reason he would believe, believing as he did that I was still a liberal and therefore capable of any madness. (Yet curiously it was for him an understandable madness: you know how…
Then they sat in their house at Pass Christian, put a bottle of whiskey between them, felt a surge of happiness, were able to speak frankly and cheerfully to each other, laugh and joke, drink, even make love. But that is crazy. Why should people be miserable in good weather and happy in bad? Surely…
During the last months I found that I could be moderately happy if I simultaneously (1) drank, (2) read Raymond Chandler, and (3) listened to Beethoven. ***** The world had gone crazy, said the crazy man in his cell. What was nutty was that the movie folk were trafficking in illusions in a real world…
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