The Tumbrel Diaries

Earlier this week a learned friend and colleague of mine asked me if I was familiar with the fiction of Theodor Storm, the nineteenth-cent...

Among the most moving of all the great protest songs of the 1960s, and one which is still regularly performed by Joan Baez, bless her,...

David Sedaris’ article in the current issue of the New Yorker actually takes in the childhood memory of singing with his sister a version o...

There is a slightly odd piece in the current issue of the New Yorker in which David Sedaris describes an intimate encounter not so long a...

On the front page of this morning’s New York Times there is an upbeat story emanating from a conference of the world’s central bankers that...

Last winter I lost my beret. I have no idea where I left it, or what has happened to it, but it is gone. This was no ordinary beret. Hamish ...

One of the trying aspects of living in America for the time being is that when local persons learn that my Christian name is Angus, they reg...

Assisted by the vastly learned Richard Warren, I have been systematically working through the extraordinarily rich collection of rare early ...

News of the demise earlier today of Kim Dae-jung, sometime President of South Korea—from what is described in Seoul as “multiple organ dysfu...

Among my most treasured possessions is a set of classic recordings, each and every one of which was lovingly compiled for me years ago on ca...