Anthony Esolen is one of my favorite living authors, and this book is yet another example of why. The title is No Apologies.
If you would be so kind as to take a gander, as the kids say, at the subtitle, you will catch a glimpse of what I mean.
Living as we do in an age of sexual smudge and confusion, every once in a while you come across someone who is willing to write common sense prose in startlingly unsmudgey ways. It is like taking in some high mountain air, in bracing lung fulls, after riding up there in a cable car filled with about a dozen men all smoking short, greasy cigars. You know, like that.
The man can think, and the man can write, and the man has courage. What else could you want?