One of my enduring joys in life is reading George Will. I remember reading him in my dad's Newsweeks starting sometime around the age of 12. This is the latest collection of Will's columns and essays from the last decade. It is organized by subject matter, a chapter about science, one about politics, one entitled "Games" where he actually has something nice to say about football. That came as a shocker considering his apt description of the game as one that combines two of the worst things about American life, violence and committee meetings. But then again, George Will loves America, and it shows.
"Games" is followed by "The Game" which is, of course, baseball. George Will also loves baseball. He is perhaps at his best when he writes about baseball because his joy pours out onto the page. This is not to say he is not excellent when writing on any other subject, however. Even when I disagree with the man (which is very rare) it is difficult not to marvel at his good sense and learning. It seems as though he has never written a rash or ill-considered word in his career which is quite a feat for a man who writes six pieces a month usually consisting of commentary on politics.
The book ends with two serious chapters that follow "The Game," both philosophical covering columns on our place in the vast universe and life and death. An unfortunate editorial choice that produces a downer after the high point of the baseball columns. But this is just a quibble. As always, George Will has something more learned and wise to say than anyone else on any editorial page in the country.