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A “gentleman” undone
Read more: A “gentleman” undoneManners from another age. I am by nature impulsive. Some forty years ago that lifelong impulsiveness, complicit turmoil within the give-and-take of gender codes, conspired to produce among the most embarrassing moments of my young adult life. Now, in a time when the vernacular of gender has opened its gates…
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Once upon a footpath
Read more: Once upon a footpathAnd all because of a footpath… Just over a decade ago, when the planet was more obsessed with terrorism than war, pestilence, or inflation, a short man with thinning hair bought a ground floor apartment in my gated complex in Rome. By gated complex, I mean residential buildings that flank…
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Business as usual
Read more: Business as usualDuring the time of the Falklands War, a bomb was planted in the office of the Rome “Daily American.” As a journalist, I never liked sensationalism. Not in newspapers, where it found a home in tabloids. Not on television, where, as the medium grew, a shrillness of tone grew with…
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Days of aqua pazza
Read more: Days of aqua pazzaTorrential rain floods Rome. What season of the witch has befallen almost-summer Rome? None that I have ever before encountered. Day after day, now weeks, of a lavishly dark and fearsome thunderstorm striking each late afternoon, as if by clockwork. Since the start of the month these storms have occupied…
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Asunder
Read more: AsunderThe cost of adventuring? Push tourism toward danger-seeking and it overflows into a voyeurism covered appropriately by a certain saying involving a cat killed by its own over-eager curiosity. If you wish to “tour” a war zone — this to put your otherwise bored billions to work – that same…
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Heaven in the heavens
Read more: Heaven in the heavensStarry Night by Vincent van Gogh. Ionce fell for a girl who loved telescopes. Not astronomy or even the cosmos in some youthfully existential sense, but the telescope itself, the instrument, and the fact that this all-seeing night tube was hers and hers alone, and thus all she saw through…
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