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Dear Wags,
I’m in Prague, a city where a poet led a rebellion that broke totalitarianism. Wag Emeritus Václav Havel was a rumpled literary type who didn’t care that his trousers were too short (even now, locals call high-water strides Václav pants). Yet in 1989, he rallied his people to the cause of democracy. The Velvet Revolution changed the world, without a shot being fired.
Three years later, Czechoslovakia peacefully split into two independent states (the Velvet Divorce). Today, both nations are free republics, though they remain as different as bickering siblings. Affluent Czechia thrives, while gritty Slovakia copes with rust belt problems. Bratislava, the Slovak capital, has medieval charm, but it can’t compete with glittering Prague.
In the Czech Republic, I visited the Mucha Museum to try and understand the gap between the two countries. Alphonse Mucha was a Czech artist famous for turn-of-the-century collaborations with actress Sarah Bernhardt. Living in Paris during the Art Nouveau period, he produced dreamy theatrical posters hyping her performances. These ads are cultural treasures.
Away from the stage, Mucha’s fought to unite Czechs and Slovaks. In particular, he cared about Slovak rights. Often treated as second-class citizens, the Slovaks struggled for representation under the Austro-Hungarian Empire. A unified Czechoslovakia enjoyed a period of independence from 1918 to 1938, but then came domination by the Nazis and later, the Soviets. After the collapse of the Eastern Bloc, Slovakia wanted a chance to govern itself at last.
Both Mucha and Havel wanted Czechs and Slovaks to stick together under a single, Prague-based government. They used their formidable talents to build a dream called Czechoslovakia — and they did not quite succeed. That’s not necessarily a failure. Sitting at Prague’s Café Imperial on a sunny fall morning, I’m convinced that such imperfect endings are the point of democracy. Self-determination is messy, and electoral success typically adds up to half a loaf. It’s the all-or-nothing stakes of today’s politics that are dangerous. Real freedom—the sweet, ordinary liberty enjoyed by both Slovaks and the Czechs—often means letting your siblings go their own way.
Yours Ever,
BKP
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The Comfort of Crows by Margaret Renkl
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Ward gets better with every novel she writes. Her last, Sing, Unburied, Sing was impeccably plotted and distinguished by a particularly heart-wrenching scene. This time out, she riffs on Dante’s Inferno to tell the story of an enslaved African American woman named Annis, who navigates different versions of hell in an odyssey from the Mid-Atlantic to New Orleans. In each ordeal, she relies on love, strength, and newfound power to carry on. The author deploys a more discursive style of storytelling to pull it off, and it all magically works. Bravissima.
