He’s not a spook; he’s a dupe, and over decades of in-person interactions with the most powerful figures in both Russia and the U.S., he never seems to figure this out.
Welcome to The Baffler’s agony corner, YOUR SORRY ASS, where Amber A’Lee Frost dispenses bossy, judgmental advice on how to live your life fairly, kindly, and with good humor. Send us your rants and pleas, please: [email protected].
Dear Your Sorry Ass,
I am a ...
A croissant hunches over on a chaise lounge, his black beret neatly angled on top of his flaky brown head. He has large eyes and eyebrows that wilt with malaise, even as his thick mustache maintains its curls. He is like a sad, French Monsieur Potato Head, and he’s come to ...