Elizabeth Gilbert, the American author whose passport now contains more stamps than an Italian post office, has become the de-facto cartographer of the modern soul’s grand tour. Ever since she dragged 10 million readers through the trattorias of Rome, the ashrams of India, and the rice paddies of Bali, her memoir “Eat, Pray, Love” has…
The World According to Miriam Margolyes: How One Roly-Poly British Dame Became the Planet’s Guilt-Free Conscience By L. V. Salinger, International Correspondent, Somewhere Between Heathrow and Existential Despair There are ambassadors who arrive in gilded limousines, and then there is Miriam Margolyes—stout, septuagenarian, and armed with the vocal register of a Victorian foghorn—who simply materialises…
The NFL, that quintessentially American carnival of padded gladiators and 30-second capitalist sermons, has long prided itself on exporting the Stars and Stripes one touchdown at a time. Yet the most successful U.S. cultural attaché of the past decade might not be an overfed franchise circling Wembley like a hawk above a meat pie, but…
Rhode: The Lipstick Empire the World Never Knew It Needed By Dave’s Foreign Correspondent, still jet-lagged in Terminal 3 Somewhere between the collapse of the Turkish lira and the quiet implosion of another crypto exchange, the planet has paused to obsess over Rhode—an American cosmetics line whose name sounds like a mispronounced Greek island but…
