By Peter Rosenwald
The endless and wonderful chaos which engulfs us is my beat. I enjoy bringing a somewhat distaff view of the arts, politics, and random happenings to the subjects I choose to write about. I have difficulty suffering fools gladly and while accepting, illuminating, and speculating on our human foibles, I always try to take a step back of sufficient distance to see their humor and the pathos. Having spent my life building international companies, living in countries as different as the UK and Brazil, writing for the Wall Street Journal, New York Magazine, Rio Times and the Guardian, among others, meeting and enjoying the friendship of a very wide group of vibrant people, my writing is an effort at sharing the wonder of it all.
Mafia: Not So Pound Foolish
When I arrived in England in 1962, one of the oddities encountered was the fact that most of the English money was coins which jingled and made holes in my pockets. I had a hell of a time figuring them out since the decimal system hadn’t yet managed to cross the channel. There were pence, […]
How Words Matter
Words matter (or they should). They are the meat in the social media sandwich which appears to be one of the main sources of the energy fueling our ever-crazier world. Remember the school playground chant; “Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones but Words Will Never Hurt Me”? Wrong! They can and they will. The […]
Here We Go Again
In most countries other than the U.S., ex-president Donald Trump would be wearing an orange jumpsuit and would have been locked up by now. The key would have conveniently been thrown away. Not so for some. Like more than 3 million Americans, I sat glued to the boob tube for more than an hour watching […]
