What happens to superannuated critics? They become judges at international drama festivals. Few are as bizarre as the one just held in the historic heart of the Ukraineby Irving Wardle / December 20, 1998 / Leave a comment
Published in December 1998 issue of Prospect Magazine
They say that Mr K got going in business by shooting his Canadian lover after she had bought him the best hotel in Lviv. I can’t object, as I have been spending a week free of charge in that hotel, as well as pleasant afternoons in the blue champagne pool of his casino, surrounded by caged singing birds. In any case, I don’t even know if the story is true. There is not much of which I am sure at the moment. Except that whenever I set foot outside Mr K’s domain I find another world. Blind old ladies sing on street corners; people with banners outside the town hall demand something or other; traders selling bananas and hand-woven straw slippers are said to be former university teachers.