Book Review
Tiffany's Swedenborgian Angels
by Alex Moore
“Love, no matter how pure and powerful, always needs the balance of wisdom for full and glorious expression,” write the authors of Tiffany’s Swedenborgian Angels in regard to the art glass window dedicated to the Angel of Pergamos....
Book Review
Creating Dairyland
by Alex Moore
“The lowing heard wind slowly o’er the lea, / The plowman homeward plods his weary way,” wrote Thomas Gray in Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard. In Creating Dairyland, Edward Janus, historian, dairy farmer, and creator of...
Book Review
How to Read Churches
by Alex Moore
How to Read Churches is a pocket-sized guide for neophytes that’s convenient enough to tote while touring featured buildings ranging from Boston’s Old North Church to Vienna’s St. Stephens Cathedral. In it, Dr. Denis McNamara...
Book Review
The Allure of the Automobile
by Alex Moore
“I love Duesenbergs,” said Jay Leno, host of the Tonight Show and owner of eight “Duesies.” Tyrone Power, Gary Cooper, and Greta Garbo were other Hollywood denizens that owned these luxurious motor cars. "The Allure of the...
Book Review
The Cisco Kid
by Alex Moore
With both amigos laughing riotously “Oh Pancho!” “Oh Cisco!” were the enduring closing lines of each "The Cisco Kid" television show from 1950 to 1956. Starring Duncan Renaldo and Leo Carrillo they were the Don Quixote and Sancha...
Book Review
Tupperware Unsealed
by Alex Moore
Kathleen Bellow scurried up the stairs with her eight-month-old son, Hayden, as Hurricane Katrina raged. Kathleen’s husband, Frank, was already in the Boston Whaler alongside the submerging house. Kathleen looked down the steeply...
Book Review
Family Wars
by Alex Moore
Wearing an elegant Yves Saint Laurent suit with a black cowl, Patrizia Gucci stood up and listened to the magistrate in a Milan courtroom read the verdict. Guilty—for the murder of the father of her children, Maurizio Gucci, the...
Book Review
Operation Pseudo Miranda
by Alex Moore
Cocaine Conundrum: “Bullets suddenly began to fly at us again, although from a new direction as our attackers circled to cut us off. We plunged on. Moving almost blindly now, our skins lacerated by the unforgiving brush, we finally...