I was an undergraduate when I read The Brothers Karamazov, my first Russian novel.  I powered through that mighty book in one intense weekend, shielded from interruptions by the closed door of my small room. Never before had a novel affected me like Dostoevsky’s classic. Its effect lingered for weeks. […]

I apologize for the lack of activity here for two long weeks. I’m working on other projects and haven’t taken time to post anything fresh here.  Yesterday, Independence Day, I heard someone sputter about “group think”, a  common phrase these days. But when I heard the words yesterday, they set […]