A Joke Followed by an IntimacyAfter reading Milan Kundera's "The Joke", I returned it to the shelf, and looked for something short to read next. Happily, I found it next to my Kunderas. I thought "Intimacy" might continue some of the themes about relationships that had interested me in "The Joke"...
В града вече се заселваха не само имигранти от бившите колонии, а и от други страни, имаше представители на всички раси и те живееха врата до врата, без постоянно да се избиват едни други. Този нов международен град на име Лондон горе-долу се крепеше, без да бъде обхващан от прекомерна анархия ил...
«Mi nombre es Karim Amir y soy inglés de los pies a la cabeza, casi.» Así empieza "El buda de los suburbios". El buda en cuestión es el padre de Karim, un respetable pakistaní de clase y edad medias, casado con una inglesa, que un buen día decide brindar a las amas de casa y a sus maridos de los ...
First posted on asuiterclarke.com:Studying a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing made me a critical reader. That was one of the many benefits of doing that degree, besides the obvious insights and instruction for my own writing. But still, I really hate to be critical. I like to look for posi...
Midnight All Day is collection of short stories by the author of My Beautiful Laundrette and The Buddha of Suburbia, though to call it simply a collection of short stories is to mis-sell it rather. The book reads like an epic in the theatrical sense of the word, like Brecht at his most disjointe...
Many of the most important people in his life – some he had known since he was eighteen and worked for a small theatre magazine – were laughing and drinking on comfortable sofas in that large room hung with modern paintings. Others were talking and smoking outside, on the balmy balcony overlookin...
And who would you hate it to be? Who is the first person that comes into your mind, Roy liked to ask people, at that moment? The phone rang and Roy jumped. He had thought, during supper in their new house, with most of their clothes and books in boxes they were too weary t...
Colonised and infected, I was anxious and depressed, and, at times, a shell. I staggered about like a dying man and slept as much as I could; being awake was no fun. I understood hiding, denial and the passion for ignorance.Sense is usually the last thing that anyone wants to see, but eventually ...