For much of the last year, I have been immersed in the novels of Muriel Spark. It’s had the effect of making me feel not quite myself. Spark would probably...
The music playing-what is it called? It’s called chill, not cold not warm but chill, soft beats and harmless melodies. Lounge music. God, it’s loud. “I’m going to get my...
In ancient times, men looked up at the stars and saw warriors, bears, and flying horses. On a partly cloudy day, children look at the sky and imagine floating castles...
It’s hard to talk about the ongoing flap over the Danish political cartoons without feeling a sense of irony. Here you have a handful of drawings making the argument (clumsily...