Marcel Proust represents many things. Chief among these perhaps, especially for non-French readers, is quantity…
Read MoreI 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…
Read MoreReturning to the car without a Coca Cola could well have been a death sentence…
Read MoreA taste for rural scenes, in the present state of society, appears to be very often an artificial sentiment, rather inspired by poetry and romances, than a real perception of the beauties of nature…
Read MoreMobilizing Black Germany: Afro-German Women and the Making of a Transnational Movement stands at the intersection of questions regarding Black German activism in the post-1970 era…
Read MoreNone of this was window dressing, or walled off by the same invisible barriers preventing true movement in most video games we’d played…
Read MoreTexts of Greek and Roman literature do not usually come down to us in lavishly illustrated editions dating back to what we term classical antiquity…
Read MoreThe most remarkable feature of the mould-breaking expansion of higher education that took place across the world in the 1960s was the foundation of some 200 entirely new universities…
Read MoreThe extensive development of popular television is one of the most distinctive cultural achievements of the post-Reform era…
Read MoreWhy did Chekhov’s love affair with his mongoose cool so quickly?
Read MoreBishop’s persona is part she-moose, part bus; part warrior-fish, part oily vessel; part pastoral idyll, and part atomic bomb…
Read MoreAt the sites chosen for the groundnut scheme, tractors and bulldozers from military surplus stores in Egypt proved unable to tackle the hard ground and tough vegetation, so the planners turned to a novel solution: repurposing surplus Sherman M4A2 tanks…
Read MoreThe cool shadow of the fig-trees in the yards, with the whiff of that queer smell, heavy with romance, of wine-saturated oak and crumbling plaster; I know with a little stab of joy that this is Italy…
Read MoreIt is the duty of intellectuals and artists to reject enforced glee, to carve out a preserve for the life of the soul as best they can, and to call madness by its name…
Read MoreHow do I sum up an entire adult lifetime spent at war?
Read MoreWhen I worked in a second-hand bookshop the thing that chiefly struck me was the rarity of really bookish people…
Read MoreEverything which is impersonal in man is sacred, and nothing else…
Read MoreThat thing? It’s just a monster living in Microsoft’s basement. And it’s wearing someone’s face…
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