Book Review: The Assistant by Bernard Malamud

"She pictured him in nice clothes, his hair cut shorter, maybe his nose straightened, speaking a more careful English, interested in music and literature, learning about politics, psychology, philosophy; wanting to know more the more he knew, in this way growing in value to himself and others." The Assistant, Bernard Malamud I found Bernard Malamud... Continue Reading →

Falling for Victoria & Albert

“This is the greatest consolation in life. In poetically well-built museums, formed from the heart's compulsions, we are consoled not by finding in them old objects that we love, but by losing all sense of Time.” ― Orhan Pamuk, The Museum of Innocence When life gets too busy, there are only two public places I... Continue Reading →

Cheese and Clams at Borough Market

One Saturday my friend James took me for a walk along the South Bank and we visited Borough Market. I absolutely loved the little vendors and stalls, the variety of food from all around the world (the closest dish to Indonesian that I found was a Malay chicken curry), and the vibrant energy from all... Continue Reading →

Book Review: Half of the Yellow Sun

  “...my point is that the only authentic identity for the African is the tribe...I am Nigerian because a white man created Nigeria and gave me that identity. I am black because the white man constructed black to be as different as possible from his white. But I was Igbo before the white man came.”... Continue Reading →

Review: In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

On November 16, 1959, The New York Times published an account of murders, which began: Holcomb, Kan., Nov. 15 [1959] (UPI) — A wealthy wheat farmer, his wife and their two young children were found shot to death today in their home. They had been killed by shotgun blasts at close range after being bound and gagged...... Continue Reading →

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