Living in New York I: screams, a woman in pink, and hidden companions in my bedroom

I’ve lived in the glorious city of New York now for nearly thirty years, arriving as a student in the Autumn of 1981 to begin a Master’s at the Juilliard School. I started off at the YMCA for a week until I could find my own place, a room in a small hotel on the Upper West Side. The rent seemed reasonable at the time, although the room itself was More...

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By Staff Reporter On Friday, March 25th, 2011
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Iraq Comes to Venice – Mary Schroth

Walking a provocative tightrope is what American contemporary-art curator Mary Angela Schroth does best. In 1993, with memories of apartheid still fresh, Schroth staged Italy’s first exhibition of South African More...

By Staff Reporter On Friday, March 25th, 2011
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Literary aunts: the good, the bad and the ugly

In the latest edition of the London Review of Books (subscription required for most online pieces, I am afraid) there is a lovely piece by novelist Colm Tóibín on the importance of aunts in the 19th-century novel. More...