A still from Alexey Zhiryakov’s “Katya, Vitya, Dima”

“Katya, Vitya, Dima” is the English title. The working title in Russian is “Дом у дороги.” A good wife must promote her husband’s work at every opportunity – which is working against me at the moment, because anything I might say may be suspect. “Oh, of course she would say that.” It’s a shame, becauseContinue reading “A still from Alexey Zhiryakov’s “Katya, Vitya, Dima””

I’ve been writing

“Pregnant in Putin’s Russia” – my Foreign Policy article on this whole having a baby in Moscow business. I finished this one on the beach, but it doesn’t really have a beach-y feel to it – since it’s about healthcare and attitudes surrounding pregnancy and birth. The latter in particular coulduse some adjustment. Still, myContinue reading “I’ve been writing”

Conversations of the last few weeks

[Context: I want yoghurt at 2 a.m.] “Please don’t get yourself arrested on your way to the store. And don’t get into any fights either.” “Don’t worry, if there’s five of them, I’ll run away. If there’s three, I’ll fuck them up. If there’s four, I’ll improvise.” [When considering a role in a bad TVContinue reading “Conversations of the last few weeks”

BREAKING: Crappy landlady continues being crappy

The thing about our landlady is that she’s one of those old school people who never evolved past the Soviet Union – and thinks she’s the shit because her husband (who, to be fair, is a nice old man) is a retired army colonel. And because they have a dacha. Or something like that. SheContinue reading “BREAKING: Crappy landlady continues being crappy”