Shanghai was her world. The only nature she knew were its willows and man-made lakes, the only sky its milky-orange canopy. She’d been raised to the beats of its drills and swings of its cranes, to the glow of its neon lights and the density of its crowds. Here China converged, and toward China the […]

You must understand: There is no single day on which a war begins. The conflict will collect around you gradually, the way carrion birds assemble around the vulnerable, until there are so many predators that the object of their hunger is not even visible. You will not even be able to see yourself in the […]

’Raef. Listen to me. You go have to be a big boy and try to understand.’He nodded, although his interest was already drifting to the very pinkest of shells in the pile the others had collected.’Soon Mammy going in England.’ It was as though she said it every day, like saying it’s time for supper. […]

Nothing is more flattering to an artist than the illusion that he is a secret revolutionary. These public developments created a feeling among the cast that we were, in fact, preparing ourselves on a training base for an operation with a transcendental goal, that in combing our translated lines for subtext we were fighting the […]

She recognized the puzzlement on my face and asked me where my gohyang was, probably in effort to help my understanding. ”I’m from Ulsan, Gyeongsang-do,” I told her. But I added that I didn’t feel much longing for Ulsan, that I didn’t even think about it very often. I had no desire to go back […]

Kirjabloggaajien joulukalenterin eilinen luukku aukesi Kirsin Book Clubissa ja huomisesta luukusta vastaa Kirjasähkökäyrä. Kalenterin aloitusluukku löytyy Yöpöydän kirjat -blogista, jossa on lista kaikista luukuista linkkeineen. Kalenterin logot ovat myös Yöpöydän kirjat -blogin Niinan käsialaa. Tänään on jo perinteeksi muodostuneen Kirjaluotsin pakkoneuloosi- ja äänikirja-addiktiopostauksen vuoro. Eli luvassa vuoden varrella tehtyjä neuleita ja niitä tehdessä kuunneltuja äänikirjoja. […]

I don’t know if you have ever stood in the middle of a squash court – on the T – and listened to what is going on next door. What I’m thinking of is the sound from the next court of a ball hit clean and hard. It’s a quick, low pistol-shot of a sound, […]