Scoundrel Time

Author - Johnny Horton

AFTER OLYMPIA

—with respect to Victorine Meurent At the Evergreen State College, I was a poser who sat for a parody of Manet’s Olympia, my cat sitting by my feet as I reclined in the nude, holding a can of Olympia like a coat-of-arms above the family jewels. I...

Isolated Splendor

I was aping Mussolini in a pizzeria when the American I fell for called me an asshole, not an overreaction in Roma, the city responsible for romantics like Caligula and Berlusconi. Later that night, soccer hooligans attacked the riot cops, the...