From The Telegraph: ‘Hungarian town fails to stop park being named after Hitler ally

Residents of a small Hungarian town have failed to stop a park from taking on the name of the country’s Nazi-allied wartime leader, after too few voters turned out for a referendum.


Mussolini calendar

Today in The Guardian, a look at the enduring cult of Il Duce.

Sixty-eight years after the fascist dictator was strung up with piano wire from a petrol station in Milan following his crushing of Italian democracy, his racist laws and his disastrous alliance with Adolf Hitler, Mussolini has quietly taken his place as an icon for many Italians.

I’ve been writing a lot about history lately. And thinking a lot about the way that journalists cover long-ago events. For my own part, this is an exercise in self-torment. As a grad student, I craved present-day relevance. And the ability to express opinions on topics unrelated to my dissertation. As a journalist, I bore editors with minute historical detail–or, if it’s a particularly bad day, philosophic waxing about the historians métier. Historians consider time-pressed, word-limited reporters to be fly-by-night quacks. Journalists don’t think much about historians, until that critical moment when they need a pithy and trend-validating quote with from someone professorial.

I’m of the opinion that something is lost in the gap between the historian and the journalist. Here I go.