This book of philosophical essays, like a glass of very rare wine, gives a taste of an almost extinguished breed of Eastern and Central European bohemians, 'born under the red star', but whose idols are really Sinatra and Presley, and who are admirably passionate and eloquent about theatre, film, music and literature.
And what is the author's take on the assassination of Franz Ferdinand now, after so many years?
This book of philosophical essays, like a glass of very rare wine, gives a taste of an almost extinguished breed of Eastern and Central European bohemians, 'born under the red star', but whose idols are really Sinatra and Presley, and who are admirably passionate and eloquent about theatre, film, music and literature.
And what is the author's take on the assassination of Franz Ferdinand now, after so many years?