It is disturbing to see Beyoncé putting on a sad-face because the topic, for an hour, was the Holocaust. But it's also appropriate.
David Cameron, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, is in a bind. Not because recent opinion polls put his party a dozen points behind Labour and not even, really, because the British economy continues to splutter along in search of a long overdue recovery.
On Saturday afternoon, I drove to Staten Island not knowing whether my house still stood. So far the only report I’d had came from my friend Anya, who hadn't seen my house but said that poles and trees were lying around my street. I felt guilty about not going there earlier, but there was the question of transportation, then the question of a car, finding gas for the car, and finding somebody to drive me. I felt guilty for neglecting my house during the hurricane, even though I had abandoned it two months prior to that.
Meet the Fokkens Mosquita y Mari Dreams of a Life Rob Schröder and Gabrielle Provaas, Dutch film-makers, are lucky. They have found what can only be called a knockout subject for a documentary—identical twin sisters, now in their seventies, who have spent their lives as prostitutes in Amsterdam. The sisters even have a name that, for Anglophone viewers, has a special edge: the picture is called Meet the Fokkens.
“Smart cities” is the urban buzz phrase of the last few years, and fans often turn to European cities for inspiration. From Amsterdam’s bike lanes to Copenhagen’s wind power, from Barcelona’s 22@ innovation district to Berlin’s dramatic redevelopment, European examples abound.
Two indicators I use to confirm whether a brewing government scandal is a trivial media circus are a.) Whether Mitt Romney feels inspired to utter the phrase "clean house"; and b.) Whether Sen.
HER FUNERAL is in Sankt Johannes nine years after his. THAT GOLDSMUGGLER she fell in love with in Amsterdam is how he appears in her eulogy. BLUSH NO I never saw her blush. OPEN BOAT driving rain we go on a tour of the harbor she sits unprotected smoking. I FIRST met her on the telephone you don’t know me she said but your brother has just died in my bathroom. APPARENTLY THEY’D been married 17 years. WHAT’S THAT sound oh the dog you have a dog yes we have a dog no I have a dog. HER STORIES of his stubbornness fears Xmas dinners dope dog kindness to her mad mother and refusal to talk about the
Silenced: How Apostasy and Blasphemy Codes Are Choking Freedom WorldwideBy Paul Marshall and Nina Shea (Oxford University Press, 448 pp., $35) I. In spite of its slightly agitated title, this book is mostly a cool and even-tempered human rights report, and its findings go a long way toward explaining one of the mysteries of our time, namely, the ever-expanding success of political movements with overtly Islamic doctrines and radical programs.Some people may suppose that Islam itself, the ancient religion, mandates theocracy. Seen in this light, the vigor of theocratically tinged political movements right now ought to seem normal to us, and maybe even commendable—a fitting renaissance of cultural authenticity in places around the world that, having left behind the indignities of colonial domination and the awkwardness of the post-colonial era, have entered at last into the post-post-colonial age of the return to self. Movements that carry such labels as “Islamism” or “radical Islam” or “political Islam,” judged in this way, could perfectly well drop their suffixes and adjectives and simply adopt the name of Islam itself—an Islam that has exited the mosque in order to fulfill still more sacred obligations in the public square. But Paul Marshall and Nina Shea take a different view. And in order to confer an august authority upon their contrary estimation, they have padded their human-rights report, or perhaps armored it, with learned commentaries by three Islamic scholars, two of whom are recently deceased but all of whom are distinguished.