Our intrepid doctor compares rural life to city life in the Fall 2024 issue of The European Conservative.
Especially in modern times, those who extol the country life over the city life seem to me often guilty of a certain dishonesty, at least if they are not simply talking of their personal taste rather than of a recommendation for the whole of humanity.
Back at Takimag, the concerned doctor runs into a Moldovan gypsy woman begging in his English town, which gets him thinking.
Realism and hard-heartedness—which often go together—are not quite the same thing.
In his latest Takimag, our judicious doctor weighs in on the topic of immigration based on his own wide-ranging personal experiences.
One thing is almost certain: The combination of mass immigration and a right to welfare and other services is a recipe for an explosion.
In the June issue of The Critic, the doubtful doctor is perplexed by yet another bizarrely worded BBC headline.
“Indigenous” is clearly a term of art: it does not mean merely native to a place, born and brought up there, but — nowadays at any rate — a higher state of being, almost an escape from original, or any other kind of, sin. Indigenes are inherently victims rather than perpetrators.
Over at Takimag, our world-weary doctor laments the social, cultural, and economic decline of Britain and France, although not to the extent as one famous French historian.
Whatever you think, Britain in this respect is very much in the same boat as France. The country has come to resemble more and more a large hotel rather than a homeland of anyone in particular, luxurious for some but cheap and run-down for many.
In the June edition of New English Review, the skeptical doctor pens a wide-ranging essay on invasive insects from China, lizard courting rituals, the theory of evolution, and medical advances.
To jump from watching lizards, or any of the other animals that used to be called lower, to explanations or judgments (or lack of them) about human behaviour is an attempt to disburden ourselves from the inescapable choices that we must make every day of our lives, and therefore of our moral responsibility that weighs on our shoulders like an immoveable backpack.
In his last Takimag piece, our helpful doctor describes his sociological adventure volunteering for a few hours as a shop assistant at the Chinese antiques store of some friends.
I suppose the reason for this is our increasingly democratic sentiment, or at least protestations of democratic sentiment. After all, everyone can be a victim, but few can be a hero. Besides, we like to elevate ordinary people who are just like us, as we like to pull down those who are clearly our betters.
In the June issue of the august New Criterion, our cultured doctor attends an exhibition at the Museé Picasso in Paris of art that had been deemed ‘degenerate’ by the Nazis in Munich in 1937.
Please note that this essay is behind a paywall at this time.
The original exhibition, comprising “degenerate” (entartete) works mainly by German artists that had been confiscated and sequestered from German museums and collectors, was intended to provoke the contempt and hatred of its two million visitors. Indignation that the state had paid good taxpayer money for this art was intentionally aroused.