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...outskirts of London. Jem and Maisie, having grown up in a community of thirty families, thus find themselves loosed on the raucous streets of the burgeoning metropolis.The street-smart and scrappy Maggie Butterfield takes Jem under her wing and the two run the gauntlet of 18th-century London??s diversions, singing along to the bawdy songs of hurdy-gurdy players and tasting beer in pubs where flies circle the mugs and idlers hotly debate the increasing radicalism of the revolution in France.They also befriend their neighbor, the enigmatic Blake, whom they have spied playing a prelapsarian Adam...
...does make an appearance: after smoking up following his high school graduation, Gogol rushes home to find a Bengali family sitting with his parents and sister in their living room. Upon hearing that they’re from London, he contemplates for a second, answers “London??that’s far,” and then erupts into giggles.Penn is also familiar with the kinds of media that predominate among high school and college students. He keeps a blog on typepad.com detailing the process of making “The Namesake...
...bought a bicycle. Shortly after being inaugurated as the 344th vice-chancellor of Cambridge—the first woman to hold the position full-time in Cambridge’s nearly 800-year history—Richard rode that bicycle into a cow. The pink pages of London??s Financial Times picked up the story...
...LONDON??“Death and glory,” cry kamikaze conservatives, thundering about taxes, immigration and crime. Not in the U.S., of course—our right-wing fundamentalists win elections, and neither party has the imagination, conviction, and party coherence necessary for a clash of ideas. In the United Kingdom, however, the kamikazes are doing their best to sink the new moderate Conservative leader, David Cameron.From my vantage point as an intern for a senior member of the U.K.’s Conservative Party—meaning, over the rims of teacups and stacks...
...LONDON??Enter any cheap café in Vietnam and you are likely to be welcomed by a steaming bowl of the national dish “pho bò,” or beef noodle soup. Look around the café and you might notice something odd: almost every patron is male and almost every server is female. Go outside and the story is similar. While men wile away the days idling over iced coffee, women toil in the paddies, planting rice, gathering it, and then manning stalls to sell it at market. Holding all top political...