When Beth Holmgren writes about Poland’s interwar cabaret, you can almost hear the champagne corks flying. This time, the cabaret goes to war. Isn’t that when you need it most?
The world’s largest crocodiles cooled off in nearby water, and hippos and baboons helped themselves to lunch. But it was entertaining. And Irene Tomaszewski was there.
Want an evening at a Polish cabaret? Go with Beth Holmgren. She knows everybody who is anybody – both in Warsaw and Tel Aviv – and will introduce you. Try the “Li-La-Lo” with that charming Hungarian Pole, Fryderyk Járosy, and beautiful Yemenite singer Shoshana Damari.
That Falstaffian model for Sienkiewicz’s Zagłoba – patriot, soldier, miner, merchant, California’s Commissioner of Immigration and, according to Miłosz, a liar, braggart and drunkard (a remarkable CV) – left a colorful unpublished epistolary record at the Jagiellonian library. Discovered by Maureen Mroczek Morris with Lynn Ludlow and Roman Włodek, here they are.
San Francisco prides itself on its counter-culture culture but few of its citizens know that they caved in to verbal gentrification when its bourgeoisie banned “Frisco.” Stuffed shirts be damned, say Lynn Ludlow and Maureen Mroczek Morris (aka LL & MMM). Bring back “the jolly synonym for the non-Victorian pleasures of the Barbary Coast.”
How I Got Here: A boy’s journey from Poland to the land of the Rockies, the Mounties, Nelson Eddy and Jeannette MacDonald*
When Andrzej Derkowski arrived in Halifax in 1949 he had hoped to exchange his pith helmet for a cowboy hat. Canada had other plans for him. A marvelous tale, well told.
Meet the “Polanders” of California who celebrated their 150th anniversary.
Not only wars, argues Monika Zofia Pauli, but reckless human actions can destroy our historical environment.
She favors preservation rather than demolition: “…because the greenest building is one that is already built.”
Musician, poet, writer and chef, all of it in Polish, Hebrew, Arabic, German, French and English.