Rachel Blaustein’s Kinneret, A Child’s Poem of Israel
by Dorit Sasson Sitting on the edge of the pebbly shore of Kibbutz Ein-Gev, I realize that this is no ordinary kibbutz, and this is no ordinary shore. This is…
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Beauty, Tradition & Fascism in Antonio Gramsci’s Sardinia
by Angela Corrias In Sardinia the guest is sacred. This is the first thing visitors notice, and in my hometown, Ghilarza, there is no exception. Nestled between the lake Omodeo,…
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Fernando Pessoa’s Lisbon of Disquiet
by Steven Hermans I was working on a farm in the south of Portugal when the idea to visit Lisbon suddenly erupted from my brain. Just a small spark in…
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Pink Saddles & Djellabas, Edith Wharton’s Fez In Morrocco
by Inka Piegsa-Quischotte My jaw nearly dropped. “Madame,” my new best friend Mohammed gushed, sweeping his right hand through the air. His inviting gesture wasn’t directed at the back door…
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Sun & Moon in Montepulciano, Under the Tuscan Sun & New Moon Film Locations
by Deborah Downes Please note: New Moon spoilers! From an upper floor window overlooking the piazza, American Frances Mayes watched the acrobatics of two flag throwers in front of Palazzo…
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The Chimera, A Mystical Journey of Nazli Eray’s Orpheus
by Vanessa H. Larson A rock burning bright on an August night. A full moon lights up the sky. I’m up on a mountainside, watching the natural flames shoot out…
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Letters of a Portuguese Nun: A Literary Mystery in Beja
by Andrea Calabretta In the seventeenth century, a young Portuguese nun fell in love with a French soldier. But did she really pen the evocative letters begging him to return?…
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Henry Miller in Paris, The Mean Streets of the Tropic of Cancer
by William Caverlee Best not to look at the scenery: eight lanes of traffic, roaring motorcycles, flashing billboards, and steel-and-glass office buildings as hideous as those beside any freeway in…
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Mad Men, Creating a Perfect World on the Avenue of Dreams
by Paul Millward Advertising is based on one thing: Happiness. It’s the smell of a new car. It’s freedom, from fear. It’s a billboard that screams the reassurance that, whatever…
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Flower Children of the 60’s & Ken Kesey, Father of LSD and Hippies
by Paul Millward It’s the hills that do it . . . those rolling, undulating hills falling towards the bay or sweeping steeply upwards, cross-town, stretching up to the skies,…
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