An almost relentlessly fascinating collection of essays by one of the most interesting writers alive.
My favorite essays were the ones on Vladimir Nabakov ("On Butterflies and Being," "Nabakov's Supernatural Secret," and I think one other), natural law ("Is, Ought, and Nature's Laws," "Nature Loves to Hide," "Purpose and Function"), Don Juan ("A Splendid Wickness"), and the Chinese poet T'ae Ch'ien ("The Sanest of Men").
Hart returns constantly--almost every essay, it starts to feel like--to the "mechanistic metaphysics" of most current intellectuals. He's mostly right in his criticism of its proponents, but his harangues get wearisome. He also makes regular references to Aristotelian causality, bemoaning (rightly) the loss of formal and final causes in the West's conceptual arsenal. He also, as always, uses far too many adjectives, but his adjectives are always sharp and piquant (to mix my metaphors).
Hart also has a larger writing vocabulary than anyone else I have ever read. A small sample of the words I encountered, some of which I knew, some of which I had encountered but wouldn't have been able to define, some of which were entirely new to me: farraginous, manitou, vaticinations, sibilant, longanimous, orgulous, gossamer, eclogue, littoral, matrolatrous, rodoun, dishabille, mephitic, onomastic, envoi, incarnadined, paladin, satyriasic, hidalgo, esurience, lissome, adventitious, ennosigaean, argikeraunic, gallimaufry, stertorous, caliginous, oneiric, involucrum, scintilla, patriciate, senescence, argillaceous, oleaginous, umbrageous, parthenogenetic, homology, caesura, holometabolous, degringolade, rachitic, fatidic, psychomachy, flaneur, nacreous.
My second favorite line was this one: "The essence of mental and spiritual health is ... to care deeply about a very few, particularly precious, and intimately familiar things, and to regard the rest of reality with generous indifference" (41). A close third would be this one: "Our culture, with its almost absolute emphasis on the power of acquisition, trains us to be beguiled by the bright and the shrill rather than the lovely and the subtle. That, after all, is the transcendental logic of late modern capitalism the fabrication of innumerable artificial appetites, not the refinement of the few that are natural to us. Late modernity's defining art, advertising, is nothing but a piercingly relentless tutelage in desire for the intrinsically undesirable" (134). And a close fourth would be this one: "It seems obvious to me that Christian culture could never generate any political and social order that, insofar as it employed the mechanisms of state power, would not inevitably bring about its own dissolution.... The translation of Christianity's original apocalyptic ferment into a cultural logic and social order produced a powerful but necessarily unstable alloy" (224). I disagree with what Hart says in that last quotation, but it has the virtue of being provocative.
My favorite quotation would be this one: "The surfeit of the beautiful over the necessary is a revelation of the surfeit of being over beings. It is an enigma written as plainly upon the surface of a twig or a brick as upon the wing of a butterfly; but only the greatest artist or saint has the ability to see it with equal ease in all circumstances. Even if my encounter with that Vanessa atalanta was nothing more than a wildly amusing coincidence, or even if it was one of those exquisitely unanticipated patterns that Nabakov's kindly ghosts weave into the fabric of quotidian existence, the most significant lesson to be learned from it is that--as we all know--every butterly is a Papilio mysteriosus, an emblem and an emissary of being in its infinite familiarity and infinite strangeness, and all things properly contemplated remind us that, of themselves, they cannot be. And yet they are" (10).