Category: Andrei Navrozov

Vasily, who turns four next month and whose verbal incursions are now all but irrepressible, doesn’t want me to “work.”

I am quite fond of political assassinations, though not in totalitarian countries, of course. I like to witness them in countries that actually have some kind of body politic…

My son Nikolai, the grownup one, reports from Venice, where he lives on one of the islands, describing a visit to an exhibition at the Procuratie Vecchie in Piazza San Marco.

I’m often asked if I ever feel nostalgic about the old country, and the answer is that I do when some outlandish saying crosses my mind.

I met Ghislaine Maxwell in the 1980’s, when she was still working with her father, socialist tycoon and fraudster Robert Maxwell.

The world outside my windows is so full of malign omens that today I shall be looking inward, or rather downward.

Another scorching Sicilian summer is nearing its apogee in Ferragosto, while newspaper hacks the world over revel in the start of the silly season.

I hasten to point out that any debt owed by the title of this post to André Gide’s Les Faux-monnayeurs ought to be discounted, apart from novel’s premise, self-evident enough, that some things in the world are original and some fake.

That, at any rate, is what Cloudflare asks me to do by checking the little box. “Human,” in its system of values, is the opposite of “robot,” which, we are led to believe, is unable to rise to the challenge at this stage of its development.

The highest summer temperature ever recorded on the continent of Europe is 48.8 C, or 119.8 F, logged at Syracuse in Sicily on August 11, 2021.