More than 20 years ago, I visited the English novelist Anthony Powell at his home in Somerset, where I was shown around his unostentatiously splendid Regency house, introduced to his assortment of cats, and taken outside to a grotto whose walls were papered with hundreds of magazine and newspaper clippings culled from a half-century’s assiduous Read More
Notes from All Over. On March 23, I flew to San Francisco to rendezvous with Francis for the second half of his spring break. I have always considered “Bagdad-by-the-Bay,” as my friend the late Herb Caen, greatest of American city columnists, nicknamed the place, to be my second city. Because my mother lived most of Read More
The current systemic mess in Asia’s financial markets, by some seen perhaps to be moving ominously eastward with the sun toward this country, represents as fine an hour as doublespeak and gobbledygook have ever known, presenting an opportunity for pontifical chin-stroking and finger-steepling that man-kind hasn’t seen since the great and good of Munich had Read More
