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Rough beauty…

Apples are ordinary; strawberries and figs are explicit; pears are restrained, even hesitant.  Watermelons, cantaloupes, and honeydew possess the self-consciousness of the corpulent.  But the peach is in a class by itself. On an August afternoon, a peach or two … Continue reading

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A Volga in Yerevan…

The weather is changing in Yerevan; winter is almost here. The evening, especially, are on the cold side, often rainy, the streets wet under the light drizzle. It’s true what everyone says about such Yerevan evenings, when you leave a … Continue reading

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The Eyes of Yerevan

This essay of mine appeared in Agni Review, #49, 1999. Given all that has happened in Armenia in the last 15 years or so, not to mention the urban and human transformation of Yerevan during this period, the essay is … Continue reading

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Finding Zabel Yessayan–and losing her

Zabel Yessayan–the mere utterance of the name echoes with what Marc Nichanian describes, in Western Armenian, as հմայք, whose closest English equivalent would be allure. Nichanian’s chapter on Yessayan in his Writers of Disaster makes for a devastating reading–her tumultuous … Continue reading

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From my Files: Paradjanov’s Home of the Imagination

~~Over the years, I have penned some half a dozen pieces of writing about Sergei Paradjanov, the great Soviet-era film-maker, collage artist, and political trouble-maker and renegade. Below is a review I wrote for artsMedia, a Boston news magazine which … Continue reading

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Demonstrations: Cynicism and its discontents

It’s odd–isn’t it?– that more than two decades after the beginning of the perestroika demonstrations (remember those?), we hear the same reserved comments, the same fears, the same platitudes as demonstrators turn the entire edifice of another Arab military dictatorship … Continue reading

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