Zombies, Goethe, peen. Also, Moscow.

I have reviewed Alexander Sokurov’s “Faust” for The Moscow News, as promised. For a person who mostly stumbles around groggily in between caffeine sessions, I’ve had a very productive week. Hell, I even saw Putin. Though perhaps the best sight wasn’t Putin: it was journalist and author Anna Arutunyan, being lifted by a huge, factoryContinue reading “Zombies, Goethe, peen. Also, Moscow.”

So I read Janet Reitman’s “Inside Scientology” recently

And have been slow to put up anything up about it – mostly because I’m, you know, a mother to an infant, a full-time working journalist, and kind of a proper playwright nowadays as well. The book has stayed with me, though, and I feel compelled to say at least something, if not write aContinue reading “So I read Janet Reitman’s “Inside Scientology” recently”

I cannot get out, said the starling

Am off on one of my bizarre road-trips tomorrow. Already, I am wrung out , and I have at least 5 days of other people’s booze and sight-seeing and work and terror ahead of me. Going to see Krakow for the first time. Well, technically it won’t be the first, but my childhood memories ofContinue reading “I cannot get out, said the starling”