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  • Cesspool

    Grillo: Raging against the machine, even if it means knowing rage only. Italy’s view of political criticism was long reined in by the class system. Boisterous blue-collar workers whispered insults against corporate and political figures but rarely turned up the volume. Public furiousness emerged only during protests and strikes, understood…

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  • Incidon and Ixel

    In the Winter War between Russia and Finland, 150,000 died, a third because of the conditions. She tells me she’s depressed, and I demur. She lists her exotic medications with artisan-like precision — Lustral and Fetzima, Incidon and Ixel — their names crafted by pharmaceutical companies seemingly in the thrall…

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  • Ignoring Amazon

    Slacks would prefer not to hear about Rip Van Winkle, fearing the rip. The opposite of conspicuous consumption is reviving a used hairbrush and three pairs of geriatric slacks so definitively locked away that their sudden resurgence represents a resurrection of sorts, styling me as the unlikeliest of household deities.…

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  • Kid Charlemagne

    Giorgio Napolitano, Italy’s president, Prime Minister Erico Letta and new Democratic Party leader Matteo Renzi: a shape-shifting left. Today’s Italian left is little more than an existential conceit. Though it has long aspired to post-Communist relevance, recurrent political arrhythmia has denied it any one identity and left it vulnerable to…

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  • Vortex fever

    The Polar Vortex, emphasis on the V. Why the fascination with weather, with the cold bite of polar air or the sinister swirl of a hurricane, each one a sudden slice of satellite photography framed in the way marquee lights once announced the grand celebrity of a star-laden movie? Hurricanes…

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  • Sex and the fibber

    Cold, I said. Hot, she smiled. Boys will go to great length to impress girls. They will charm and cheat; invent and embroider; and make up elaborate legacies they will soon forget. I was once guilty of all these things. Shy, I wanted to present myself as larger than life.…

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