A cultural conundrum that I struggled to comprehend during my six years of living in Amsterdam concerned the Dutch attitude toward celebrities. They are passionate about their own celebrities – far more than about Hollywood stars, which is fair enough – but in the midst of intensely gossiping about a homegrown film or sports personality, they will suddenly turn blasé, as if the celeb were a mere family member who had started to become uppity.
Continue reading my essay in Time.com/Zocalo Public Square.
925.nl, a Dutch business news site, reports that the missile that shot down a Malaysian Airlines jet over Ukraine, whose passengers were overwhelmingly Dutch, was made by Rostec, a Russian company whose headquarters are in . . . Amsterdam. The site further states that the reason the Russian company is based there is to take advantage of low Dutch taxes on foreign corporations.
When we told friends last year that we had decided to move from Europe to the mountains of western Maryland, we got the same response (complete with italics) over and over:
Point taken. Our new home, while it excels in hiking trails and glorious views, is not especially great for culture, restaurants, night life or even good coffee. But we had several reasons for moving where we did. High among them was that I was about to launch into work on a book about the American Revolution. My new town, Cumberland, would place me near the center of the action, within driving distance of battlefields and libraries up and down the East Coast.