Writers are as confused by social tremors as their readers by John Hodgson In 1992, two ragged and unshaven porters were dragging the shafts of a barrow through the dingy streets of Tirana. They plodded in silence, until one was suddenly overheard to say, “No, I don’t think it was Balzac.” This anecdote appears to […]

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