Requiem

Barkley Andronovich was a difficult dog.  I gave him the Andronovich when I was reading a Russian novel.  Not War and Peace. (Hey, when you’ve read War and Peace you’ll work it into conversation, too.)  Probably Anna Karenina.  Russian novels are so comfortable to read, and the people are so itchy.  Barkley was itchy. We’ve […]

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Role Models

Patti Smith wanted to be Rimbaud.  In “Just Kids,” she describes her pilgrimage to the Rimbaud museum in France.  And her attempts to dress like him.  I wanted to be Madeleine L’Engle.  And Man Ray. I am a little L’Engle: Episcopalian (partly her influence, but T.S. Eliot helped), frequenter of Broadway plays, introvert, demurely and […]

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Microcosm

I went to see “Cabaret” last week, and I am still worried about Herr Schultz. He’s the Jewish character who thinks the Nazi thing will blow over. The people who put on the Holocaust educators’ seminar I attended last summer were some of the smartest, kindest people I’ve ever met.  The studies themselves were a […]

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