Three Monkeys Online

A Curious, Alternative Magazine

Slovenia

  • Ljubljana

    Ljubljana is one of Europe's coolest capital cities, famed for its castle, beautiful bridges, vibran
  • Mysterious Ways

    It appeared way back in the September 8 issue of the TLS, but I’ve only just read the review by Jerry A Coyne of Frederick Crews’s Follies of the Wise. Coyne applauds Crews’s skeweri
  • Dirty Reality

    Dirty Realism is the term critics use to describe the writings of Marek Nowakowski. He writes about people “on the margins” — drunkards, pimps, criminals, cat torturers, anal rapists
  • The underdog overlords

    The canniest political elites are able to lull their subjects into experiencing what George Orwell dubbed doublethink: “The power of holding two contradictory beliefs in one’s mind simulta
  • Devil, details, etc.

    Traktat o ?uskaniu fasoli (Treatise on shelling beans) is the title of Wies?aw My?liwski’s latest book. It takes that most self-indulgence-prone form of a monologue (delivered to a stranger). In
  • Did the men of 1916 die for this?

    How would the Sunday newspapers fill their proliferating pages if teams of university researchers did not dutifully supply them with nuggets of trivia? For instance, this weekend the Sunday Times repo
  • Astroturf

    A soap maker named Unilever is trying to start a debate about beauty in Poland. The back page of this weekend’s Gazeta Wyborcza is entirely given over to an advertis– sorry, a manifesto ab
  • Theatre of the Absurd

    I suppose it is only fitting in this, the centenary year of Samuel Beckett’s birth, that Poland take the last (?) few decisive steps to total absurdity. A Polish friend asked me last night if I
  • The Devil is in the Detail

    It’s a good thing I’m not a proper book reviewer, editor, or proof reader or anything. I would be unbearable. Reading Reisefieber by Miko?aj ?ozi?ski, for instance, I keep running into ann
  • The exiles who never went away

    “Then, thus I turn me from my country’s light/To dwell in solemn shades of endless night.” Thus spake Shakespeare’s Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk, when faced with exile from