Monthly Archives: November 2013

Although Pulcheria Alexandrovna was forty-three, her face still retained traces of her former beauty; she looked much younger than her age, indeed, which is almost always the case with women who retain serenity of spirit, sensitiveness and pure sincere warmth … Continue reading →

Doris Lessing died last week. I came face to face with her once, back in 1991, when she did a reading to promote her book of short stories, London Observed. The reading was at Waterstones in Camden, in what turned … Continue reading →

http://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/nov/17/doris-lessing-dies-94

In Singapore I commute to work by underground train—the MRT, as they call it. I’d much rather be a cyclist as I was in Tokyo or even a driver as I was in Borneo, but as neither option is possible … Continue reading →

Today, in the morning rush of commuters at the station, I saw a man with egg on his face.