The self-hating Brit. To grasp fully the unhinged quality of Zia Haider Rahman’s egotistic rant, apparently taken at face value by the New York Times, it helps to know that he description of himself against which he rails so much, beginning “Born in rural Bangladesh…” is taken verbatim from the short biography in his own press kit, and reprinted on the cover of his first novel:

The announcement of the panel, which included Peter Stothard, the editor of The Times Literary Supplement, described me thus: “Born in rural Bangladesh, Zia Haider Rahman was educated at Balliol College, Oxford, and at Cambridge, Munich and Yale Universities. He has worked as an investment banker on Wall Street and as an international human rights lawyer.”


Never has our tagline been more sorely tested. Nominally a profile of Rei Kawakubo. Actually complete rubbish. Rubbish that may never be worsened (if that is the opposite of bettered):

“Are you neurotic?” I asked her, cutting her cold through one of her standard default rant. A silence fell in the room as if the guillotine had just fallen on the fat neck of this irreverent Robespierre, which actually happened just a few yards from where this interview took place. For a second I thought she was about to end the interview but she smiled at me. She understood what I was doing.

Nicholas Foulkes writes about a London club in terms that sound, well,  almost advertorial — but of course if that were the case you would expect the piece to be clearly marked and plausibly written, which it is not. Oddly, he omits the Queen Mother’s well-known fondness for the relaunched Newsweek:

Mark’s Club is so discreet you might miss it. A perfect blend of luxury and comfort, there was none of the off-putting air of newness about it. Perhaps that was why it was such a favorite of the Queen Mother—the last time I saw her was at Mark’s Club, where she was having lunch …

The Chicago Tribune wishes the world to know that Merrick Garland, who is now President Obama’s nominee for a seat on the US Supreme Court, trod on Fred Eisenhammer’s toe fifty years ago:

We didn’t pal around in junior high; he just wasn’t in my circle of friends. Still, I remember that the two of us were unfailingly friendly in the brief meetings we did have. A year or two later, we met up again — at a Lincolnwood summer day camp. Nothing out of the ordinary happened between us during camp until one of the final sessions. It was sports competition day, and all the male campers — about 10 — were divided into two teams …


La Sha explains in HuffPost Black Voices that an American student has only himself to blame as he begins a 15 year jail sentence for taking down a wall-poster in a North Korean hotel; habituated to cultural oppression, the student failed to respect North Korea’s hatred for America. Some day, please heaven, Arianna Huffington will answer for this:

Yeah, I’m willing to bet my last dollar that he was aware of the political climate in that country, but privilege is a hell of a drug. The high of privilege told him that North Korea’s history of making examples out of American citizens who dare challenge their rigid legal system in any way was no match for his alabaster American privilege …