Patricia Highsmith’s 1950 novel Strangers on a Train is pretty dark. Alfred Hitchcock’s 1951 film is a lot better. I’m hoping to introduce two strangers. Continue reading Strangers
I was watching the second episode of Yes, Prime Minister in which Bernard explains to Prime Minister, Jim Hacker, that he has not much to do; no department to run, just chairing Cabinet meetings, Prime Ministers questions, and a chat with the Queen on Tuesday evenings. Continue reading Carmen
What a difference a day makes. On Wednesday it was wet and cold, yesterday it was sunny and there was more than a hint of spring in the air. Continue reading What a Difference
I’m finding Anthony Powell slow going. He does not spoon-feed his readers. Towards the end of A Question of Upbringing Jenkins witnesses a meeting between Sillery and Buster. “Whatever they had found in common was satisfactory to Buster, too, since he laughed and talked with Sillery as if he had known him for years.” Continue reading Spam
90% of the medieval centre of Nuremberg was destroyed by Allied bombing in just an hour. How was it rebuilt? Here are some pictures. Continue reading Reconstruction
FTWeekend often provides instructive and profitable insights. An article last weekend seems to be a watershed moment illustrating the former. Continue reading Pigeon Diplomacy
I’m a bit behind, chronologically. On Saturday morning I went to Albrecht Dürer’s house while Robert was playing in the quarter finals. Continue reading Carnival
An obsequious, chastened Pious brought him the gin on the stoop. Morgan poured two inches into a glass full of ice, added some bitters and a dash of water. He hated the drink but it seemed the apt thing to do; end of a tropical day, sundowners and all that. Continue reading I’m into Something Good
For lunch I had Fränkischer Pfefferschinken & Frankenthaler Käse and Apfelstrudel.
Nuremberg Castle was built in the 11th century and played a central role in the history of Bavaria and Germany for almost 1,000 years, that is until 1945. Continue reading Double Chapel
I had six Nuremberg Rostbratwurst with coleslaw, mustard and horseradish for lunch.
Biographies usually end with a whimper. Hilary Spurling deserves credit for giving Anthony Powell dignity in his old age. I cannot read a biography backwards but I can see Nuremberg backwards. Continue reading Rallies