Twenty-five years ago today, tanks rumbled through the streets of Moscow. Do you remember where you were?
In “honor” of the 30th anniversary of the Chernobyl disaster…
On Emory University’s decision to shutter several academic departments, including my beloved Russian
A poorly-executed tribute to the McSweeney’s “Honest” series, with props to my beloved old Russian 101 primer (in which an early vocab word was “crane operator”).
On Victory Day in the former USSR
The Soviet Union crapped out 20 years ago. Who even remembers?
In which a highly cussed young Anna shoots up a comrade’s truck tires to “convince” him to help her start her U-2 and fly out of danger.
I never thought I’d see Moscow again, although I dreamed of it for fourteen years. I boarded a teeming Aeroflot flight in late summer 2005, as Katrina’s receding waters revealed, inch by inch, the erasure of New Orleans as I once knew it. Mourning for that blighted, intoxicating city, I rushed towards another place I…