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The limbo of the transit lounge
1998 • 761 words • City of Words
I’m not afraid of flying, but I have a dread of airports: of the limbo of the transit lounge; the horrid bustle of the check-in; the… more»
Symposium in Suffolk
1997 • 835 words • City of Words
It has become the most celebrated dinner-party in the world. Of the eight guests, one is late and one a gatecrasher; several are intoxicated; all… more»
In the mirror of the dark
23 June 1995 • 701 words • City of Words
Tonight on the Athi Plains, near Nairobi, as the sun sets behind the Ngong Hills—site of Karen Blixen’s settler pastoral, now the haunt of panga-wielding… more»
In memoriam: the typewriter
August 1995 • 1,325 words • City of Words
In July 1995—a month ago—the final carriage return sounded for America’s last typewriter manufacturer. So long Smith-Corona. Now you can’t buy a US-made typewriter anywhere.… more»
I am a camcorder
17 August 1998 • 836 words • City of Words
I’d be shocked, as I’m sure you would be, if the holiday video footage that one of us took of the Changing of the Guard… more»
Four hundred arguments for the elimination of television
31 August 1998 • 1,203 words • City of Words
In the 1970s an American culture critic with the unlikely but engaging name… more»
How Hollywood lost the plot
May 1996 • 811 words • City of Words
Digital visionaries are two a penny where Ron Gordon comes from, but he himself, I fancy, doesn’t come that cheap. Mr Gordon is reported to… more»
Save the BBC World Service!
January 1996 • 1,286 words • City of Words
An inventor on Eel Pie Island just announced that he has designed a wind-up radio, driven by clockwork. For those in the lands of the south, living beyond… more»
The typographical traveller
July 1996 • 875 words • City of Words
John Hatt, the publisher of Eland Books, a traditionalist and fly-fishing fanatic, makes an unlikely cybernaut. Here is a man who never picks up the… more»
The satellite phone and the call of the wild
5 January 1998 • 1,221 words • City of Words
I spent Christmas on a volcano in Uganda thinking about e-mail. E-mail? Isn’t the whole point of… more»
