And, naturally, I’ve finally gotten sick – the shrinking interval between jumping-out-of-bed and jumping-into-warm clothes/hot shower notwithstanding. To add insult to injury, my mother left home for the market today, and left the keys in the lock. I was wondering why the hell someone was laughing hysterically on the stairwell as I tried to openContinue reading “So they haven’t turned on the heating yet”
Author Archives: Natalia Antonova
Blog-stroll on Pokrov
Pokrov is an Eastern Orthodox religious holiday. It’s been a long time since I’ve spent Pokrov at home. I like it. It’s happy and low-key and very, very peaceful. Ali Eteraz is… being Ali Eteraz. And pissing off Yvonne Ridley. Ye-a. Pandagon’s latest book selection is Susan Faludi’s The Terror Dream. The dissection of theContinue reading “Blog-stroll on Pokrov”
I hope it’s OK for me to say
That I’m glad Doris Lessing got the Nobel, as opposed to Philip Roth. I can’t get into Roth’s fiction no matter how hard I try. *This is the part wherein some smart-ass shows up and tells me that the entire reason why I don’t get into Roth has to do with my lack of aContinue reading “I hope it’s OK for me to say”
A dog from a breeder (in other words, a dog from the depths of HELL)
I’m getting damn tired of two particular groups of people. Group A: The people who have an aneurism if they hear that some terrible person somewhere got their dog from a breeder. Group B: The people who have an aneurism if they hear that some dumb person somewhere got their dog from the pound (or,Continue reading “A dog from a breeder (in other words, a dog from the depths of HELL)”
Out and about in the city
Pinchuk, unlike some of our other gazillionaires, is putting more money into art (as opposed to, say, a gold-plated jacuzzi for an underage mistress). I loathe the self-important expat jackasses than hang out at O’Brien’s pub – but recent trips there have been free of the “do you speak English, luv” crowd, and anyway, theContinue reading “Out and about in the city”
Natalia A. 