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 Notes on the walls of ruin

THERE are times, I must admit, when I feel like some kind of cut-price prole Nero, twiddling a pen while Rome burns. By that, I mean here I am, worrying about writing more books and developing my literary offering while the world is going to pot.

 

Right now, as I ponder these words, Syria is a humanitarian hell; Kiev is burning and Ukraine is said to be teetering on the brink of civil war; Russia is failing to hide a savage homophobia behind the Sochi wint...