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The life of the volcano | by Richard Hamblyn
Times Literary Supplement
Three months before Compton Verney's Volcano Art exhibition opened, the Icelandic volcano Eyjafjallajökull erupted.
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How ‘Wall Street’ changed Wall Street | By Francesco Guerrera
Financial Times
Rather than being disgusted at the corrosive effects of greed on the financial industry, in two decades Gordon Gekko and Bud Fox have exuded a 'hypnotic influence' on would-be... Read MoreYakuza 3 reviewed by the Yakuza
by Jake Adelstein with Lisa Katayama Several months ago, I introduced you to Jake Adelstein, the fearless-to-a-fault Jewish-American reporter who spent 12 years as a crime beat reporter in Japan and wrote about it in his book Tokyo Vice. In Tokyo Vice, we meet Adelstein’s arch-nemesis, a former yakuza...
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Erin Sheehy remembers the life and music of “The Godfather of Dancehall,” Lincoln “Sugar” Minott: ‘I interviewed Sugar just a few months before his death, at his recording studio compound in Kingston, Jamaica. When we entered the empty cement room that was to be the guesthouse at his studio...
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The tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
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The thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
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I spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
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The tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
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The thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
Read More
I spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
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