Month: January 2006

Soho (London) in the 1950s, rhyming slang (“she’s probably too Brahms to give a monkey’s”) and all the pimps and their girls, the mobsters, and seven-year-old Rosie at the center of it all. Fun and charming, though sometimes precious or sentimental: sentences like “Now I like the telly as much as the next person, but…

Every chapter of this book (the chapters rotate through the seasons, starting with spring and ending in winter) made me smile: each one was just as lovely as the last. Italy in the early ’50s, Italy in the mid ’60s: factory work, a polluted river, kids who ask their father, “Are cows like trams?” Marcovaldo…

Beautiful and obscure, flights of fancy, flights of language. A photographer and a writer: light, images, reflections, mirror-images. Constructions: creating the self, creating images, creating reflections. A clothing-optional tearoom, water everywhere, birds and plants and city streets, visions and dreams: no idea what’s past or present, what’s real or not (but in books, do such…