Vanity Fair has a good article of the final days of Matt Taibi and Mark Ames’ Exile newspaper in Moscow.

In its time The Exile was arguably the most abusive, defamatory, un-evenhanded, and crassest publication in Russia, and Ames and his staff had paid for that fact, or at least for the fact that they were arrogant reprobates, many times before. Columnist Edward Limonov, the 66-year-old political provocateur in whom the Federal Service officials were particularly interested, filed his copy from prison for two years after being convicted of possessing arms, which he admits he intended to smuggle into Kazakhstan in an effort to incite a coup there. Writer Kevin McElwee, an American expatriate, had both legs broken when he was torn from the side of a building he was scaling to escape an angry mob of Muscovites, an incident that had nothing to do with anything he’d written.

I never did find a copy of the third edition. If you did, would you please contact me here.

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Week One | Week Two

The short version: They have a taste of power but not enough fiscal incentives not to rock the boat. This short article in Foreign Policy lays it all out.

We ran Ted Rall periodically in Terminal City, often his pieces on Afghanistan. The actual trips were paid for by major media outlets – we just paid his bargain-by-comparison column fee.

Now he wants go back back and he has set up a fund for readers to pay for it.

Although the website of the London Weekly says the third edition has been released, we have been unable to find it at our usual locations.

All staff of RevMoonbeam remain on high alert. Hit Twitter #revmoonbeam or contact above if you have any leads.

Doesn’t this description of the sequel to Phantom of the Opera, Love Never Dies, sound a lot like the plot to Kiss Meets the Phantom of the Park?

This is a first rate profile with the last of the great reviewers.

It seems that finding actual copies of the London Weekly is still a problem, so I’m posting the photos of the second issue. I picked mine up at Holborn Station at 7:30 am (after checking Oxford Circus at 7:20). The vendor was friendly but wasn’t forthcoming on anything. When I asked how I could get a job as a London Weekly vendor, he said that all the information was inside the paper. It wasn’t.

Still no phone number, address, or legal information printed in the paper.

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