Author Archives: F. E. Guerra-Pujol
The Old Galata Bridge
“We drove in a mass of traffic onto a long bridge. White pants [Hemingway’s hired guide] gave the Turkish gendarme a dirty, crumpled note, and we crossed a tangle of shipping on both sides. You can only see patches of the … Continue reading
Sunday song: Guantanamera
I will resume my series on “Hemingway in Istanbul” on Monday; in the meantime, below is the Cuban folk song Guantanamera, one of my father’s favorite songs. This version features 75 musicians on the Island and in exile. May our … Continue reading
In memory of my father, Don Francisco
(Today, 2 Nov., is Día de los Muertos.)
November 1st: All Saints’ Day
I will resume my series on “Hemingway in Istanbul” in the next day or two; in the meantime, check out this short but informative video by Jared Dees a/k/a “The Religion Teacher” explaining the meaning of All Saints’ Day:
Müşir Ahmet Paşa Station (Sirkeci garı)
“In the station are a jam of porters, hotel runners, and Anglo-Levantine gentlemen in slightly soiled collars, badly soiled white trousers, garlicized breaths and hopeful manners who hope to be hired as interpreters…. I called a porter, gave him my … Continue reading
Hemingway in Istanbul, part 1
The train passes the old, reddish Byzantine wall and goes into a culvert again. It comes out and you get flashes of squatting, mushroom-like mosques always with their dirty-white minarets rising from the corners. Everything white in Constantinople is dirty … Continue reading
Twitter Tuesday: what is knowledge?
The replies to Professor McKenna’s timeless query (see below) are worth perusing!
The crime of aggression paradox
Everyone agrees that it would be wrong to punish ordinary soldiers for the crime of aggression launched by their leaders. The question is why, and it is not easy to answer. David Luban, a law professor at Georgetown, explores this … Continue reading

