For all works by Christopher Winner that are not within the Area 51 or Boyhood Empire categories.
Berlusconi and Prodi each vibrate angrily at the sound of the other’s name. So do their denizens.
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May days
No postwar event rivals the kidnapping and murder of Aldo Moro.
Where Have You Gone, Joe DiMaggio?
No book, not even the Bible, presaged John Paul's sonic accomplishment.
Prelude to a vote
Berlusconi refuses to emerge from the yes-man universe he has coiffed to protect his realm.
The 2006 Vote
Romano Prodi may govern, but he will rule with considerable difficulty.
Then & There, The Travel Writing of James Salter
Whether he's writing about France or Italy, Salter's remarkable travel prose is worth the effort.
A spotless mind
Italy personifies what masochistic doubters insists it already is: a second-rate South American plutocracy.
Olympic Blues
The pre-Winter Olympics have tripped over a damning word: Indifference. Why, some ask, doesn’t Italy seem to care? After all, it sought the Games. Those seeking an answer among the 10,000-strong media corps now housed Turin might want to examine three telling categories.
Franco sarebbe morto
It was November 1975 and Chantal Dubois wanted the Spanish dictator Francisco Franco dead.
Drink that sweater!
"Too much food is wrong," says Charlotte, which I gather later is Belgian shorthand for "no."
The Dart Side
Vodaphone hired voluptuous Australian model Megan Gale to purr "Il mondo — tutto intorno a te."
Dr. Strangelove, Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb
Bobby Fermi, Ed Teller, Dick Oppenheimer... eat you hearts out.