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Catching Up: Wills of Wales, PM Blair and the AWOL AngloFile

September 7, 2010

AngloFiles, where have you gone?

There’s much to feed an English news fix lately, even in the States. In summer sports, we had coverage of Wimbledon and the electric U.S.-UK World Cup match-up. More recently, the music world reeled after a freakish hay bale mishap felled an ELO founding member. For tweens — and adults who will cop to the fixation — there’s a spate of juicy stories about W.O.W.* and Harry,

WMD? (Wily Media Dog)

including baseless predictions of a 2011 nuptials to Kate Middleton and, newly arisen from the media morgue, a cellphone hacking story ensnaring the royal “bros,” a strip club, Scotland Yard and toadlike Press Emperor Rupert Murdoch.

And, of course, wherever you look, there’s Tony Blair and his forehead, flacking the new mem-wah.

But where has AngloFiles been?

Well, she spent the early part of the year working to revive and renew D.C’s beloved children’s museum:

Duties there included some important work for the Obama Administration …

… which very nearly  became the Perk that Kills, as temperatures soared to 100 degrees:

AngloFiles celebrated a graduation (and attendant hoopla):

She made way for ducklings, in Boston …

… and for young chamber musicians, in southern Virginia:

She visited Manhattan rooftops, like this one…

… and this one, a temporary bamboo jungle above the Metropolitan Museum of Art:

She toured New York’s uptown Cooper Hewitt branch of the Smithsonian:

In August, she navigated Copenhagen by boat and bike with a few of her favorite people — an enterprise that recalled their two-wheeled peregrinations on London’s South Bank. (And to think you’d despaired of a UK connection in all this rambling!)

At home, meanwhile, AngloFiles has been hunting for — you won’t be surprised — a museum job:

When seated without her laptop, she read lots of Anglo Authors, about whom she plans to talk with you soon: Evelyn Waugh and his grandson, Alexander Waugh, plus EW’s pal, Nancy Mitford (couldn’t help rereading Pursuit of Love); Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf; Margaret Irwin‘s Young Bess; and bits of a dreary, booze-soaked memoir by Beverley Nichols. She also dipped into that twee epistolary U.S. best-seller about England, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, but had to put it down as potato peels and quaint Channel Islands villagers quickly disagreed with her digestion.

But enough distractions: AngloFiles can stay away no longer from her readers and is delighted to be back.

What have you been seeing and reading this summer?

*W.O.W.= William of Wales, son of the late Diana, Princess of Wales, and, er, that other guy.

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6 Comments leave one →
  1. September 7, 2010 12:22 pm

    Welcome back! Sounds like you’ve had an exciting year so far!

    • September 7, 2010 12:26 pm

      Thanks, Jonathan — but not quite as eventful as yours, both at home and abroad! For starters, you’re ahead of me on recent Blimey visits. Happy fall, and glad to be back!

  2. September 8, 2010 2:21 am

    On a path of golden down
    fair brood, we’re off to Hamlet’s town
    to ride beyond the village square
    then return, my native land

    Empire (and the state I’m in)
    the long view, not a thought or care
    bamboo shoots, a day’s design
    an egg roll, not the Peking kind.

    • September 10, 2010 11:19 am

      Have we another Auden here? A non-agoraphobic Dickinson? (You’re not agoraphobic, are you, Steve?) As the bard celebrated Odysseus (Now when the child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn, appeared …), AngloFiles has now received poetic due — thanks!

  3. Chris permalink
    September 20, 2010 7:22 pm

    When I spent 8 August days in that most un-Anglo of places, Las Vegas, Nevada, what reading matter did I take with me to maintain my sense and sensibility? Anthony Trollope’s third Barchester story (oh dear, the title has escaped me) and a Dorothy Sayer’s Lord Peter Whimsy story (oh good heavens, can’t call up that title either!). Suffice it to say that Trollope made a rather daring exploration into whether “blood” matters, and Lord Peter almost got sucked into a bog in the fog. I was thoroughly entertained without touching a slot machine.

    • September 20, 2010 10:22 pm

      Chris, when I was commuting daily by Metro early this year, I loved pulling Evelyn Waugh from my purse and leaving modern-day DC behind completely. Trollope sounds perfect for Vegas!

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