Monthly Archives: August 2012

The Butfirst Disease

Rudyard Kipling is said to have written “How the Whale Got His Throat” in three sleepless and famished days. It is my favorite of his ten Just So Stories, a children’s tale, a political satire, and a cry against powers-that-be. … Continue reading

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Session Two

Today is poison day, i.e., I go to the doctor and have noxious stuff injected in me in order to kill even more noxious stuff. It is Session Two out of six, or possibly 12, or maybe 25 depending on … Continue reading

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Madame Sokolov and the Art of Eating Alone

  When I was a kid in Paris, my parents would occasionally ask the one-floor-up neighbor at 3, rue de la Terrasse, to babysit me.   These were rare occasions and I always enjoyed them as Madame Yelena Sokolov’s apartment … Continue reading

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Critics

Lately I’ve been doing a lot of reading on Suzanne Valadon and Maurice Utrillo. Both were highly talented artists whose works are found in the best museums and beyond purchase by anyone but the wealthiest collectors. They lived in Montmartre, … Continue reading

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Smoking Cessation Down Under

It’s not that often that one can say this, but here goes: The Australians have it right, at least regarding a ruling by their High Court that cigarettes be sold in plain packages. The law was passed by Parliament last … Continue reading

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Smoking Cessation Down Under

It’s not that often that one can say this, but here goes: The Australians have it right, at least regarding a ruling by their High Court that cigarettes be sold in plain packages. The law was passed by Parliament last … Continue reading

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Writers Past

A few decades ago, I was convinced being a writer was largely a matter of appearance and attitude. Tweed jackets, briar pipes, alcohol–a lot of alcohol and occasionally some other drugs–a vaguely supercilious manner that barely dissimulated my great pain … Continue reading

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