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Lasch, Schoeck, Hoffer, Orwell

There are constellations of books that, though decades apart, and perhaps without being aware of each other, constitute a lively and somewhat raucous dinner party when gathered together. It amazes me, for instance, to observe that on whatever invisible level the artist’s spirit burns, James Baldwin and Flannery O’Connor form a binary star system, far cl…