Burn After Reading

Malcolm Browne was the only Western photojournalist at the spot in downtown Saigon, near a pagoda, where Thich Quang Ðuc sat Continue reading →

Detected

Oh bugger it. I’m not giving up this blog. Not when the world wide web has stuff like this that Continue reading →

Nose It All

Schedules are not my thing. In fact, I’d go so far as to say routine isn’t really my thing (unless Continue reading →

Cat and Dog Fight

It is said that change doesn’t come easily to Bengal (which is, technically, as of August 2011, Poschim Bongo, thankyouverymuch). Continue reading →

The Joys of Jargon

It’s one of those occasions in life when I feel like Bill Murray’s translator.  Fiction, Dr. Oatley notes, “is a particularly Continue reading →

Mom and Mavis

Given it is called the Man Asian Literary Prize, there’s something to be said for the fact that a woman Continue reading →

East and West

At the risk of sounding like I’m on a rocking chair with a glass of water (for my dentures) beside Continue reading →

Television Taboos

Synchronicity is a wonderful thing. In an effort to blinker myself from the mindless violence that’s raging through post-election Uttar Continue reading →