Andrei Navrozov 
Andrei Navrozov is a poet and writer. He was born in Moscow in 1956. He is the grandson of the playwright Andrei Navrozov and son of the essayist and translator, Lev Navrozov. He live in Palermo.
Afternoon Delight
An Apocalypse of MediocrityJun 09 2013 It is said, invariably with a sigh and in mournful tones, that the press is biased"a proposition I find puzzling. The press is supposed to |
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Kierkegaard on the CatwalkFeb 28 2012 A prosperous, roly-poly Greek with a name that sounds like an Aztec root vegetable once proclaimed that if you have a brain, A cannot be |
Architecture
The Venice Biennale Gone EvilSep 15 2010 Avant-garde is an epidemic. From modern architecture—an added misfortune, like a hunchback struck down by elephantiasis—there is simply no escape, as its creedal symbols pursue |
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Dying Hyenas in Regent’s ParkDec 05 2007 It was a sunny day like any other in London, and if you believe this you will renew your subscription to The New Criterion. The |
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New Russian RouletteNov 25 2007 In the 1930s even some of the older and more intellectual Russians, including those who had seen a bit of the world in their youth, |
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A Hack’s CatechismSep 24 2007 The formula that I have long toyed with the notion of revealing is nowadays the intellectual property of Conde Nast, yet the kind of article |
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The Last Time I Saw ParisJul 15 2007 By Paris, I can reveal, I mean Miss Paris Hilton, though why should so extraordinary a reminiscence visit me all of a sudden is something |
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The Right to ShirkJun 05 2007 On an Internet site called American Rhetoric, one can hear the famous State of the Union oration delivered by President Roosevelt on 6 January 1941 |
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What the Loser WinsMar 19 2007 "In countries where military service has been abolished," my Russian gambling companion blurts out, his eyes taking on the glint of anodised steel, "young people |
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