Sometimes an ice storm is just an ice storm; but sometimes, as in Barbara Nicolosi‘s exegesis of Ang Lee‘s film of Rick Moody‘s novel The Ice Storm, it’s a metaphor for everything wrong with the sexual revolution. Nicolosi ties her two subjects together with long excerpts from a 1998 feature in The Ottawa Sun on an ice storm that really was an ice storm, making for a collage of movie, criticism, and journalism in service of a sermon.

Read Rick Moody’s wartime prayer.