Lidia wondered what it would be like. To know what people were talking about when they referred to the twenties… Read more Sure, the 20s Were A Gas… If Mussolini Wasn’t Your Leader
It’s strange that something as simultaneously savage and civilized as cremation would only come to prominence in the 1870s. In… Read more Burning Bodies Into the Night (Mr. Frematorium’s Wonder Crematorium)
I get dressed, but only to answer the door for the delivery guy. Because most people in this town actually… Read more Primo Piano
It wasn’t my intention to find myself yakking out the window of a taxi and screaming, “Sto bene! Sto bene!”… Read more Sto Bene! Sto Bene!
Like the Rockaways or Coney Island, Ostia is not considered a part of the city it is connected to, Rome.… Read more Fulvio in Ostia
I don’t remember the last time I went to Fontana di Trevi. It was some year long before it had been massively… Read more Sono Sylvia (Nella Mia Mente)
Barely a week has passed since my migration to Italy from France. I make my way down to Rome at… Read more You Can’t Walk A Kilometer in My Supergas