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...much of the lethargy is fear? Cuba's detachment from the Soviet orbit has not lessened the state's powerful instruments of political control. The security apparatus is omnipresent. Driving through Palma Soriano in the mountains above Santiago, we stop in a tiny cafe and strike up a conversation with a customer. In less than five minutes, a car screeches to a halt outside and four hard-eyed men stride in. Everyone falls silent as they shake hands all around, staring intently into each face. We get up to leave, and the leader smugly inquires, "Going already?" Marked...
Harvard Film Archive. Carpenter Center.$5 for students. "Baghdad Cafe" at 5:30 p.m.Baghdad is a desolate truck stop, suspended in adusty limbo somewhere between Hollywood and LasVegas...
...fiction they gave rise to. The biography tracks Genet to Paris, where he became Cocteau's literary find, his "golden thug," and later, Sartre's "pet queer." White imbues even the most frequently told stories with a novel charm. His recreation of the De Beauvoir-Sartre headquarters at the Cafe Deux Magots is sardonic and affectionate, and the deliciously lengthy and opinionated portrait of Cocteau could stand on its own as a study of a "genius who never wrote a bad line or a good book...
...resident stars like Julio Iglesias and Gloria Estefan. "Miami has become the meeting place of the Americas for the Spanish-speaking world," says Ray Rodriguez, the Cuban-born president of the No. 1 Spanish-language network in the U.S., Miami-based Univision. "Go to a restaurant like Victor's Cafe, and you know half the people -- the writers, the stars and the reps." Many of them live in Miami: the Venezuelan singing idol Jose Luis Rodriguez, known as El Puma; the Dominican merengue star Juan Luis Guerra; and Don Francisco, the pudgy, jovial host of Latin TV's most popular...
...students from Korea, Switzerland and Argentina -- all on this Spanish-named road in this Mediterranean-style town. On TV, I find, the news is in Mandarin; today's baseball game is being broadcast in Korean. For lunch I can walk to a sushi bar, a tandoori palace, a Thai cafe or the newest burrito joint (run by an old Japanese lady). Who am I, I sometimes wonder, the son of Indian parents and a British citizen who spends much of his time in Japan (and is therefore -- what else? -- an American permanent resident)? And where...