I owned the cottage right from the beginning. Or it owned me. For one thing, it was so old. Later we found it on maps dating back to the...

George Blecher pinpoints exactly what it is that confuses Americans about the actions of Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, who, prior to the bombing of...

He pointed a way for American fiction out of the doldrums of postmodernism, writes George Blecher. For a culture troubled by the...

Email, text messaging and social networks have revolutionized the way we communicate. Yet as the magic of instantaneity fades, George...

Tough materialism and existential frankness, an awareness of one’s mortality balanced by the refusal to talk bullshit: George Blecher...

No translator can translate equally well. A lot gets lost in translation. Some languages don’t translate well. These are just some of the...

At first you don’t notice them. They’re so skinny that in a crowd of three or more at a street corner or in a mall, they disappear. When...

Eating in a Manhattan midtown restaurant the other night, I happened to glance over at the bar area. People were perched on bar stools,...

In the light of the American presidential election in November 2004, George Blecher muses on the growing gap between those sympathising...

George Blecher discusses the timeliness of Thorstein Veblen’s “Theory of the Leisure Class” and traces his own lust for the...

Additionally published in Wespennest (Vienna)