One comes away from reading Gareth Gore’s new book, snidely titled Opus, in need of a shower. And not because of the supposed revelations in the book, but rather because of the malevolence that Gore ladles out on every page. Equal dollops of malevolence and duplicity. First, consider duplicity. The touchstone of most of the book, alongside Gore’s intense dislike of St. Josemaria Escriva…
