Posts Tagged: Italy
As I discovered during a visit in September, the series of books offered a unique view of this complicated city, leading me away from popular tourist sites and helping to explain the city’s social, economic and geographic divisions. To view the Naples of Ms.
Lohvinau House of Literature in Belarus will be one of the few shops one can buy Nobel Prize-winner Svetlana Alexievich’s books in her native country. Her books are hard to find because Alexievich has been critical of the authoritarian government. Books aren’t outright censored in Belarus, but Lovhinau faces fines for distributing books that haven’t been licensed by the state....more
The true identity of Italian novelist Elena Ferrante invites much speculation, especially in light of her recent nomination for Italy’s most prestigious literary award. But for Ferrante, the decision to write in the shadows may be a liberating one. The Guardian explores why Ferrante may have decided to remain anonymous....more
My aspiration to spend time at sea as requisite literary training died long ago, as a teenager, on a white-knuckled ferry ride to Elba during a torrential rainstorm. Not only was I seasick, I saw the population on board as hostile competitors to salvation.
Scientists have been putting the blame on almost everyone when it comes to climate change and subsequent natural disasters.
In L’Aquila, Italy, however, the tables have turned as six scientists and one government official potentially face six years in prison for charges of manslaughter after “lying” to the public about a deadly earthquake in 2006....more
Perhaps you’ve seen the photograph of Italian striker Mario Balotelli embracing his mother after scoring two emphatic goals in Italy’s recent 2-1 Euro semifinal victory...more
A new documentary paints Italy as “a democracy of boobs (in all senses).”
“That’s not what countries think of when they go to war.” Why no one ever cleans up the environmental mess they make after sending their citizens off to kill each other....more
It’s April and I’m back home for Passover and Easter and my brother’s birthday. I’m wandering my parents’ farm. The air is cold and I expected warm, the trees are sparse and I expected leaves. Yesterday it rained and rained. This is rural Kansas, where I grew up....more