Author: Andrei Navrozov

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Wednesday’s Child: A Victory for Labor

No, it isn’t a mistake, my title.  It’s not like I don’t read the papers, you know.  But in the stuffy atmosphere of Tory triumphalism, I think, the gentle reader may well be wishing for a window on the world to be opened.  So what really happened in Britain last week?  Well, basically, the two main political parties have exchanged roles, which is not, moreover, entirely a bad thing.  It’s both good news and bad.  Let me start with the good news. A number of pollsters analyzing the general election have spoken of a new divide in British society, as...

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Wednesday’s Child: Worse on Friday

Put simply, over the last twenty years the story of civil liberties in Russia has run in parallel with Solomon Grundy’s.  That arrest there has now become virtually synonymous with prosecution, and prosecution with conviction, is evidence stark enough for any man of good will, but periodically a legal case comes to light for which the starkness is merely a charming background. This week it is the case of one Egor Zhukov, a 21-year-old university student who was arrested in July during the street demonstrations in Moscow.  As evidence the judge was shown a police videotape of a young man...

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Wednesday’s Child: Letter from London

Apart from mudslinging at Prince Andrew for his alleged peccadillos, first sexual and now financial, British newspapers are occupied with exposing the “anti-Semitism” of Jeremy Corbyn.  “What will become of Jews and Judaism in Britain if the Labour Party forms the next government?” asked Britain’s Chief Rabbi in what the Times of Israel has described as “an unprecedented intervention into partisan politics.” As in the case of Prince Andrew, discussed in this space last week, I’m not an admirer of Corbyn.  In fact, I would go as far as to say that should Labour win the general election next Thursday...

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Wednesday’s Child: Natural Hypochondria

The weather’s changed, we are now into the rainy season, and the crowds in pharmacies are out of control.  The British equivalent of the Italian drugstore is the local post office branch, because there, too, people socialize while waiting in the interminable queue, with the dispatch of a parcel a mere cover story not unlike the quest for advice regarding a cold sore.  The gum-chewing, nose-pierced, orange-haired girl in the window, however, is nothing like the patrician figure of the pharmacist – always male, and portly enough to exude authority – a single word from whose august mouth can make...

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Wednesday’s Child: A Chat with a Finance Inspector

Guardia di Finanza has made a lot of headlines over the last few years by ambushing unsuspecting citizens as they left fancy hotels like La Poste in Cortina d’Ampezzo and luxury shops like Prada in Palermo – as well as expensive restaurants, sports car dealers, cigar emporia, men’s tailors, furriers, jewelers, and so on, ordering hapless shoppers to disclose the source of funds that brought upon them the iniquity of spending