What I read at age 12

 

My uncles in Buenos Aires had a collection of pre-WWII Szinhazi Elet (an illustrated magazine of the thirties, from Budapest). I read them all voraciously. It dealt mostly with the celebrities of the day, the Austro-Hungarian titled aristocracy, and fashions of London and New York (of impossibly tall and slim gentlemen and ladies), although the Budapest theater life and readership was Jewish. But Jews, identifiable as such, figure only in humor section. Yet, in Buenos Aires 1959, I was able to read between the lines and enjoy the wit of that lost world. My world.