Sublime

“I’m a Jacobite,” she’d told him, “just as you are. When I’m grown I’ll be a soldier, like my father was, and kill the men who killed him.” Captain Jamieson had raised his eyebrows then and looked to Colonel Graeme, who had said, “Did I not tell ye she was John’s own lassie, through and through?” “Ye did, aye.”

It was probably just as well. The man was Max Ernst, not merely an artist whose work Joe admired but a committed anti-fascist, public enemy of the Nazis, and fellow exile.

Steve Kokker, a Canadian turned Tallin resident (director of a remarkable and touching film about Russian military cadets called ‘Kameraden’

Nein, es hieß: deutsch bleiben oder Italiener werden.

He really did need the money. He was doing very little work of his own at this point, and he had a wife and child to support. But where was I going to get the money to buy our archive? Sean Kelly had an idea.