Novelist Almudena Grandes Told the Truth About the Spanish Dictatorship

Almudena Grandes, who died on Saturday, aged 61, did more than any novelist of her generation to change the way her country relates to its twentieth-century past.
Born in 1960 in Madrid, she first made a name for herself in 1989 with an erotic novel, Las edades de Lulú (The Ages of Lulú), which inspired a film of the same name, directed by Bigas Luna and starring Francesca Neri and a young Javier Bardem.

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The Right’s Throwback ‘Cancel Culture’ Tactic: Smear Schoolbooks as Porn

For more than a year after its publication, author George Johnson’s memoir All Boys Aren’t Blue was met with universal acclaim. The book, an account of Johnson’s upbringing as a queer Black boy, landed on “best of 2020” lists at Kirkus Reviews and the New York and Chicago public libraries.
“There were no attacks until about eight weeks ago,” Johnson told The Daily Beast.
The shift occurred near the beginning of the 2021 school year, when a coordinated campaign against the teaching of certain race- and gender-related topics plunged school board meetings into a panic.

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Famous former neo-Nazi shifts focus: America is becoming ‘the skinhead’s dream of the 1990s’

Former neo-Nazi Christian Picciolini image via Screengrab.
Former neo-Nazi warns mass shootings are part of an uprising: ‘This is going to get worse’

“I’ve been at war for 30 years,” Christian Picciolini says, intensity widening his eyes, “I’m ready to go home.”
His homeward journey involves leaving the work that has consumed his life for the past two decades: disengaging white extremists from neo-Nazi organizations or similar groups.

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Op-Ed: This Hanukkah, a broken menorah and a memory that may not exist

My Hanukkah menorah is broken. My wife tells me there’s a piece missing, a branch that is supposed to go from the Star of David in the center of the candelabra to a slot on the back to hold the shamus — the candle used to light all the others. It’s been broken for 50 years or so, by my estimation, since I can’t recall it ever looking any different than it does now. Still, we don’t want to burn the house down, so we placed it on a shelf where I can still see it and swapped in a slick new menorah that looks like a piece of modern art: brushed chrome, smooth lines.

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Dennis Cooper’s Love Story of a Lifetime

Dennis Cooper, 1989. (Photo by Michel Delsol / Getty Images)

George Miles, when he first appears as a character in Dennis Cooper’s debut novel Closer (1989), is beautiful, nervous, and eerily vacant. A high school acidhead, George is plagued with a psychic pain that is only exacerbated by the way other people treat him; his cute looks and hyper-passivity make him a target for a range of obsession, lust, and cruelty.

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Losing Confidence in the Pillars of Our Civilization

Millions of citizens long ago concluded that professional sports, academia, and entertainment were no longer disinterested institutions, but far Left and deliberately hostile to Middle America.
Yet American conservatives still adamantly supported the nation’s traditional investigatory, intelligence, and military agencies – especially when they came under budgetary or cultural attacks.
Not so much anymore.
For the first time in memory, conservatives now connect the FBI hierarchy with bureaucratic bloat, political bias, and even illegality.

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SARAH VINE: My anxiety was like a house crumbling around me. Pills could never fix the root cause 

SARAH VINE: My anxiety was like a house crumbling around me. Pills patched me up but they could never fix the root cause
By Sarah Vine for the Daily Mail
Published: 18:21 EST, 23 November 2021 | Updated: 06:50 EST, 24 November 2021

Rifling through some old papers the other day, I came across a letter from a psychiatrist to whom my doctor referred me back in 2012.

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Diane di Prima and the Dream of the East Village Avant-Garde

Diane Di Prima. (Photo by Daniel Entin)

Freddie was running late. He was supposed to be in the East Village at the Poets Theatre, where his closest friend, the poet Diane di Prima, was hosting a night of dance performances. Recently, the friends had lost one of their number, to drugs or suicide, they weren’t sure which. Freddie was going to dance in their memory. As the audience waited, di Prima paced the lobby, worried that something similarly awful had happened to Freddie; she could tell amphetamines were starting to unravel him.

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