Andrei Navrozov

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 Mediocrity

Jun 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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Alexander McQueen

Kierkegaard on the Catwalk

Feb 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 Evil

Sep 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 Park

Dying Hyenas in Regent’s Park

Dec 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 Roulette

New Russian Roulette

Nov 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 Catechism

A Hack’s Catechism

Sep 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 Paris

The Last Time I Saw Paris

Jul 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 Shirk

The Right to Shirk

Jun 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 Wins

What the Loser Wins

Mar 19 2007

"€œIn countries where military service has been abolished,"€ my Russian gambling companion blurts out, his eyes taking on the glint of anodised steel, "€œyoung people