There are few historians who can match Anne Applebaum’s authority on topics that I write about so I was thrilled to be invited again to attend the Peterson Literary Foundation dinner (this past Friday), and particularly thrilled with the opportunity to listen to Applebaum in person. My copy of Red Famine looks like a porcupine with yellow quills because it has so many sticky notes in it. It was at my side as I wrote Winterkill. Needless to say, the chance to chat with Anne Applebaum was a dream come true.
