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...under investigation. His immediate family, including his adored wife and son living in exile in Russia, did not attend his funeral. And the remnants of his once all-powerful party put him in the ground in the dark, not in some grand presidential tomb but in a plain grave beneath a 100-year-old linden tree in his sooty Serbian hometown of Pozarevac. A brass band, made up of retired members of the Serb military, played a mournful march, as a handful of the faithful tried to recapture his former glory in speeches blending his trademark nationalist rhetoric with rants...
...dreams turned into anarchism, burning books, and Jacobin violence. Today, Michel Houellebecq, a prominent French writer, points out how even the utopian sexual revolution was perverted into a quasi-capitalist system of inescapable repression and perversion. So much for college dreams. According to another ’68 slogan, beneath the cobblestones, the beach lay. The beach is still there, waiting for the “days of wine and roses,” and the promise of rejuvenated welfare. But burning books and occupying universities is not the way; the French police were right to intervene. France needs...
...cries of “baby baby” abound. Of course, even here Hard-Fi fails to completely capture the timbre of their source material; at best, they’re Maroon 3 or 4. It’s not all bad. There are some interesting influences hiding beneath the surface of Hard-Fi’s sound. Their broad sonic palette boasts a wide variety of electronic sounds, and some of the album’s most interesting moments occur when Hard-Fi tries to sound more Daft Punk than Maxïmo Park. But even that doesn?...
...after the story’s central, blood-stained symbol; “My Life as a Fairy Tale” explores the “darker side” of Hans Christian Andersen’s celebrated children’s stories (which, admittedly, never lurked too far beneath the surface anyway). Also unsurprisingly, Merritt’s songwriting creates a biting musical commentary for these stories, pairing sweet voices and upbeat melodies with tragic events and sinister intentions (witness “What a Fucking Lovely Day,” in which a villain remarks on the beauty...
...motives can make life easier." Julie Nicholson will never have that opportunity. Part of the perversity of a suicide bombing is that the murderer dies along with the victims. There is no way to enact the justice that is an essential part of true forgiveness, no chance to dig beneath the logic of hatred to answer the fundamental question: "Why?" Perhaps that will make it impossible for Nicholson ever to forgive. But her decision to resign, like her interview last week, was first and foremost a rare show of honesty. Forgiveness, she reminds us, is not something you can turn...