Born in 1910, Wilfrid Thesiger spent his childhood in Ethiopia, or Abyssinia, as it was then called, where his father was an important and much-admired British official. Michael Dirda abyssiniaadmirebear Change image and share on social
Fiction is a house with many stately mansions, but also one in which it is wise, at least sometimes, to swing from the chandeliers. Michael Dirda chandelierfictionhouse Change image and share on social
A job should bring enough for a worker and family to live on, but after that, self-realization, the exercise of one's gifts and talents, is what truly matters. Michael Dirda bringexercisefamily Change image and share on social
Once upon a time, I sat in my mother's lap as she turned the pages of Golden Books, and I gradually learned to read. Michael Dirda bookgoldengradually Change image and share on social
Halloween isn't the only time for ghosts and ghost stories. In Victorian Britain, spooky winter's tales were part of the Christmas season, often told after dinner, over port or coffee. Michael Dirda britainchristmascoffee Change image and share on social
I don't like gross monetary inequities. I firmly believe that the wrong people and the wrong professions are being rewarded, and rewarded absurdly, and that the hardest work the obscenely rich do is ensuring that they preserve their privileges, status symbols, and bloated bank accounts. Michael Dirda absurdlyaccountbank share on social
At 17, I traveled to Mexico in a lemon yellow Mustang and saved money by bunking down in cheap, cockroach-infested flophouses. In my early 20s, I went on to thumb rides through Europe, readily sleeping in train stations, my backpack as a pillow. Once I even hunkered down for a night on a sidewalk grate - for warmth - in Paris. Michael Dirda 20scheapcockroach share on social
Near my desk, I keep a large plastic carton filled with fresh notebooks and stationery of various kinds, sizes, and qualities. Michael Dirda cartondeskfill Change image and share on social
My own particular feline companion answers, or rather doesn't answer, to Cinnamon. One of my kids must have given her the name, even though she's mostly gray and white. Michael Dirda answercinnamoncompanion Change image and share on social
In truth, my Anglophilia is fundamentally bookish: I yearn for one of those country house libraries, lined on three walls with mahogany bookshelves, their serried splendor interrupted only by enough space to display, above the fireplace, a pair of crossed swords or sculling oars and perhaps a portrait of some great English worthy. Michael Dirda anglophiliabookishbookshelf share on social