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Malcolm Browne was the only Western photojournalist at the spot in downtown Saigon, near a pagoda, where Thich Quang Ãuc sat Continue reading
Malcolm Browne was the only Western photojournalist at the spot in downtown Saigon, near a pagoda, where Thich Quang Ãuc sat Continue reading
Oh bugger it. I’m not giving up this blog. Not when the world wide web has stuff like this that Continue reading
Schedules are not my thing. In fact, I’d go so far as to say routine isn’t really my thing (unless Continue reading
It is said that change doesn’t come easily to Bengal (which is, technically, as of August 2011, Poschim Bongo, thankyouverymuch). Continue reading
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
Given it is called the Man Asian Literary Prize, there’s something to be said for the fact that a woman Continue reading
At the risk of sounding like I’m on a rocking chair with a glass of water (for my dentures) beside Continue reading
Synchronicity is a wonderful thing. In an effort to blinker myself from the mindless violence that’s raging through post-election Uttar Continue reading