Journey To The End Of The Night

Journey To The End Of The Night

The sky in Rancy is the same as in Detroit, a smoky soup that bathes the plain all the way to Levallois. Cast-off buildings bogged down in black muck. From a distance the chimneys, big ones and little ones, look like the fat stakes that rise out of the muck by the...
The Year Of Dreaming Dangerously

The Year Of Dreaming Dangerously

In San Francisco on Sunday October 16, 2011, in an echo of the Occupy Wall Street movement, a man addressed the crowd with an invitation to participate as if it were a happening in the 1960s hippy style: “They are asking us what is our program. We have no...
The Secret People

The Secret People

Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget, For we are the people of England, that never has spoken yet. There is many a fat farmer that drinks less cheerfully, There is many a free French peasant who is richer and sadder than we. There are no folk in the...