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...requested nothing more than a humble marble slab to mark his grave. But in Pakistani politics, image is everything. It's a lesson Benazir Bhutto learned at her father's knee. Hence her decision a dozen years ago to build him an ornate, 130-ft. (40 m) onion dome in the family's ancestral seat of Larkana...
...laid-back mix of workshops, tastings and dinners at a chic marina resort near Thessaloniki. Christoforos Peskias, whose Athens restaurant 48 has one Michelin star, promises to outdo his debut last year, when he deconstructed the Greek salad with tomato sorbet, peppers and feta in jelly, cucumber in foam, onion in thin chips and olive puree. A fine line-up of Mediterranean chefs will complement the Hellenic focus. www.saniresort.gr...
...memoir, Peeling the Onion, which was published in Germany last year and in the U.S. this summer, Grass revealed for the first time that, after joining the armed forces at age 16 in the fall of 1944, he was drafted into the SS, the fanatical branch of Adolf Hitler's army -although by the time he took up arms, the war was all but over. (He writes, credibly, that he never actually fired a shot.) Grass's memoir describes in detail the conditions he encountered in the chaotic retreat before the advancing Red Army in the closing months...
...than to his own self-image - before he was hanged, he had requested nothing more than a humble marble slab like those on the graves of his ancestors in the family plot. But, conscious of the power of image in Pakistani politics, Benazir opted instead for the 130-foot onion dome. Impressive as its facade may be, however, it conceals a shabby interior of chipped marble floors and peeling concrete pillars. The walls bear spray-painted messages in support of her estranged brother, Murtaza Bhutto, murdered by unknown assailants 11 years ago. Not that she'll see these slogans questioning...
Unlikely as it sounds, Günter Grass and I switched places over the summer. Or maybe it only seemed like we did. It could have merely been a trick of the pen, but his newest book, “Peeling the Onion,” certainly made me feel as if we had switched bodies and situations for a moment. Perhaps it was because jaw surgery had left me incapable of intermaxillary motion, unable to chew and unable to eat real food, that the younger Grass resonated so powerfully with me. There was a confluence between my real life...