There’s nothing like travelling to raise the one thing that can arouse road rage in even the meekest mouse. Waiting in line. Is there anything worse? And travelling onlt exaserbates the problem with our North American urge/desire/response to be first and first only. Here are the lines I’ve been in this week so far:
waiting for [...]
I admit it. I’m a published writer who’s not really published. At least not according to many people. Never mind that I was nominated into the shortlist for the top 50 short fiction writers worldwide, or that I’m in not one, not two, but three journals of the tangible paper variety, that I’ve been a [...]
Like G.G. Marquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude, this book is definitely not for people with ADD, i.e. North Americans, in general. The language is languid to the point of feeling like one has gotten a lobotomy without having felt the scalpel.
It took me four months to read this book piecemeal on the morning and [...]
Just finished this book today. A lovely book, just the right length. I picked it up at the Twice Told Tales (I think that’s the name of the store) because the lady had a list of the Man Booker prize winners up and this book was sitting on the shelf nearby. Plus I had read [...]
