Author: Andrei Navrozov

I never saw much point in parenthood when my firstborn arrived, anyway not until Nikolai was two or three years old, a bit younger than Vasily is now.

A specter is haunting Europe, the specter of temperance.

Soviet revivalism is in the news because it is an instrument in the toolbox of Kremlin propaganda, but this is not entirely relevant to what I want to say.

It stands to reason that the piloting of a banana republic should be in the hands of banana republicans, but unfortunately we’re not in Latin America and it’s Republicans with a capital R who are at the helm.

I want to sound a note that at first appears incongruous or frivolous but is in fact deeply relevant, namely, how the habitual lie seeps into the national character and becomes an inalienable part of it.

Great Britain finally gave up the ghost in the early days of this rainy March, but I shall not now dwell on the immediate cause of her passing, which was, of course, the extirpation of hereditary peerage in the House of Lords.

Don’t you know there’s a war on, as the reprimand went in the last big one. Detached from reality though I am by disposition, I ought to acknowledge that yes, something like a war is going on there, in fact more than one.

The other day I replied to a Twitter post by Secretary Hegseth in which he had accused Anthropic, a leading AI developer, of trying to seize power over the Pentagon.

Today I want to step away from the sonata form and do things the other way round. First the development, then the exposition.

The prison workshop scene is a staple of Hollywood filmmaking. Though most often it is the run-up to some dramatic development like an escape or a riot, once in a while we get a glimpse of the daily routine.