

Essays
A collection of writings spanning 2004 to 2025, originally published in The American Magazine.
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Chiuso
Read more: ChiusoGiuseppe Pellizza’s “Il Quarto Stato” (“The Fourth Estate”), 1901. Iadore the unthinkably beautiful inefficiency that characterizes my Rome neighborhood on May 1. It is inefficiency of the kind that would scare North America into hysterics. The larger supermarkets, all three of them, are closed. So are the shops. Not one…
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The pendant
Read more: The pendantSeeking and finding are galaxies apart, except in the imagination. You are a traveler and you lose a precious pendant. It’s an heirloom and with a small photo of the family you loved and lost. You always kept the pendent safe, either around your neck or in box, but now…
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Yackson and Reean
Read more: Yackson and ReeanStreets closed at rush hour often for weeks at a time. Human trends generally come in three sizes, amusing, exasperating and telling. National ones follow similar logic. Italy is the rule that voids all exceptions, since trends are not part of life but life itself. At dinner at a local…
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Poof
Read more: PoofIn search of the meaning of the universe. The secret of the universe was at the foot of a fenced-off cliff just up the street in a private estate known as Rosedale. Not many secrets, mind you, the secret, the one that explained everything, including how to make ice cream and caramel candy.…
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Juxtapoised
Read more: JuxtapoisedElsa Peretti by Helmut Newton, 1975. Midway down a busy street a vagrant forages through a green dumpster topped with discarded books. He seems surprised to find the books and examines the titles individually. Finished with one batch, he puts some in one of his many plastic bags, digging deeper…
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Bad words
Read more: Bad wordsRancorous insults do little to better a bad situation, and can trigger domestic resistance. In speaking shrilly about Ukraine, both the president of the United States and the head of European Union have admonished Russia to pay attention to the century. This is 21st, they bark, as if the number…











