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Ararat Editor Aris Sevag Passes Away

by Hrag Vartanian | May 3rd, 2012 | 24 comments

On Saturday, April 28 at 8am EST, Ararat editor Aris Sevag passed away at his home in Jackson Heights, Queens after a courageous battle with cancer. He was 65 years old.

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A Review of Jerusalem: The Biography

by Ara Baliozian | March 9th, 2012 | 0 comments

Jerusalem has been called many things, among them “a golden goblet full of scorpions,” and “an old nymphomaniac who squeezes lover after lover to death, before shrugging him off with a yawn” (Amos Oz). One [...]

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Growing up as an Armenian American in New York City Between the Two World Wars

by Paul Sagsoorian | March 8th, 2012 | 7 comments

It was on March 26, 1923 that I first opened my eyes in a hospital on 16th Street on the East Side of Manhattan. My parents, Aram and Elizabeth, had gotten married 20 years earlier. [...]

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A Review of Forgotten Bread: First-Generation Armenian American Writers

by Harry Keyishian | February 28th, 2012 | 13 comments

David Kherdian’s anthology Forgotten Bread is a valuable contribution to our heritage. For one thing, it establishes a canon of first-generation Armenian-American writers and offers them in a handsome and accessible volume, allowing us to [...]

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Armenians in Books

by Ara Baliozian | January 26th, 2012 | 0 comments

Two Armenian writers quoted and discussed in John Updike’s High Gossip: Essays & Criticism (New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 502 pages. 2011) are William Saroyan and Nina Berberova who has a great deal to say [...]

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A Review of Yes, We Have

by Ara Baliozian | January 17th, 2012 | 0 comments

We cherish our celebrities because they enhance our self-esteem. If they can make it in the odar world, so can we. Even as a child, when I knew little or nothing about Armenians (except for [...]

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The Beauty of Cardamom

by Robyn & Doug Kalajian | January 5th, 2012 | 0 comments

What a curious thing they were, these tiny paper-puff bundles that my father kept in the cupboard next to the long-handled pot that he used to make Armenian coffee. Dad always placed one cardamom pod [...]

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