

Essays
A collection of writings spanning 2004 to 2025, originally published in The American Magazine.
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Posterior Yurt
Read more: Posterior YurtDinosaurs can be extremely demanding. My most memorable boyhood art was crayon drawings of toothy dinosaurs and giant sinking ships. This landed me with a child psychologist. A psychotherapy devotee, my father worried I might be antisocial, apocalyptic or, worst still, apoplectic. In my household, to constantly “lose” your homework…
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Louis must die!
Read more: Louis must die!In truth, Italy has been lost for a long time now … There’s not much left to save. It is easy and maybe apt to blame Italy’s dilapidated political culture for the rage shown so far by those who claim their mandate includes wrecking the system they were elected to…
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Talk the walk
Read more: Talk the walkThe result of this vote means Matteo Renzi is lurking. Welcome to student council Europe as junior high. First, Beppe Grillo transforms “mad as hell” Italian national elections into a rage plebiscite, mocking the man whose party he outperformed as a “dead man walking” and a “stalker.” After which the…
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Grilled
Read more: GrilledIrene Pivetti: speaker of the house at age 31 in 1992. In giro, which in Italian roughly means “around,” national election results are being compared to a soccer match in which the third division team upsets complacent champions — not in the title match, mind you — but in a…
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Poets anonymous
Read more: Poets anonymousThe Rex in ’34, a poem to impress a girl. We came of age before easy self-promotion. My would-be girlfriend, a gifted poet, shared her work to a select few, her poet suitors mostly, who returned the favor. It was the sly incest of a New York college circle, with…
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Aviary
Read more: AviaryIn “Roma,” Federico Fellini imaged a Vatican fashion show. How popes became popes sounded to me like the stuff of storks and babies. Only in place of storks was a celestial dispensary stocked with meteoric revelations destined to somehow illuminate dozens of brittle men camped out in the Sistine Chapel.…











