Mad as a Hatter

Last week’s Royal Wedding came and went in a flurry of vivid Anglomania and Disneyesque fairy tale romance. I can’t say I was completely immune, though the majority of the spectacle was hardly to my particular taste. If nothing else, cultural curiosity took over, inviting an anthropological examination of the entire phenomenon. You know the fact that Catherine Middleton was wearing McQueen tugged at my heartstrings a bit, though in some... Read More

Dia de los Butterflies

“Here are letters, all yours (already on the folds their traces of jerky pencil are fading). By day, folded up, they sleep, amid dry flowers, in my fragrant drawer, but at night they fly out, semitransparent and weak, they glide and flutter over me, like butterflies: one I may catch in my fingers, and at the night blue I look through it, and in it the stars shine through.” -Vladimir Nabokov, 1923 Translated from the Russian by Brian Boyd... Read More