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Many moons ago, I heard this first as a French song, "Le Temps des Fleurs" sung by Dalida. Found out years later that there was an English version "Those Were the Days" by Mary Hopkin. Songwriter Gene Raskin. Original is Russian gypsy song “Dorogoi Dlinnoiu” (or “By the Long Roa...
and deceptions within deceptions... that you worked over The World with... like a carnival barker. It never occurred to you that you were the one who was being
There wasn’t really an Official Opening Day but around the first of July, the door was open, he was there, and he made a couple of sales. So, to mark what would’ve been the shop’s 34th birthday – the Return of the Gang
I’ve been neglecting the Blitz for a while due to end of semester class work. I’m working on research papers on the topics of marriage equality; the role of religion in the public square; and the Sino-Russian energy/security dilemma that is central Asia. May post bits later, probably...
This highly selective list of literary lights that were extinguished during the past year ranges from brand names to barely-knowns.
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Odds are that the books present in said corner will not be Vineland, but if it were, the reading would be the better for it. The key to understanding Vineland is to accept that it exists as an edge case: a relentlessly straightforward Pynchon novel. The plot – which includes at least ...
In this scene, I was the bitchiest of a series of four successive doormen who guarded the doors of four increasingly exclusive nightclub rooms, each room being nested within the previous room, as in a Russian doll—the VIP Room, the VVIP Room (mine), the VVVIP Room and the VVVVIP Room...