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More Diary Salvage

‘You are not like other Russians.’ He considers her across the table. ‘Something’s lacking. Ah! I know. It’s The Big Brother.’ *** Vardan’s conversation always seemed to me superb. I think it was because of his way of holding a pause, without the faintest unease or rushing to say something. He liked playing with his…

Musicology, Injected with Animus

Salvaged notes on Joel Sheveloff’s lecture. Joel Sheveloff died last November. ‘His “calembours” have become as celebrated as his duels, and his eloquence was natural and pleasing.’ A lackluster tribute may be found on the BU web pages: ‘The SFA mourns…’ These are my notes on one of his Bach lectures. ‘Musicology today is young…

Fragments

At dinner, he saw a flash of a tattoo on her inner thigh. First, she is cool, collected. Then, the unexpected piquancy. *** Deep-blue sea. Deep blue sea. Deep, blue sea. See? Punctuation is absolutely everything. *** The medicine-bottle-brown eyes of a dog, pierced by dark pupils contracted and shrunken in the afternoon sunlight. Then…