We had a few hours to burn at Ataturk Airport, Istanbul. The chap I was travelling with, Shukri Adan of Turkish Airlines, looked at his watch and said, “I will be at the bookstore,
I interview John Sibi Okumu in his house, up in his study which sits in an attic, where the roof plunges and rises like a wave. His whole study is a woodland of books.
My dad has no sense of humor. He will turn on the charm when he wants to, but he lacks a single funny bone in his body. I can picture him in his younger years,
DROWN – by Junot Diaz
Junot is the shit. And not just because he earned a Pulitzer for his first book – The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao – which I’m currently reading,
A quarter-way through Herman Koch’s book, THE DINNER, you will suspect you don’t like the main character Paul very much. Halfway through you will be certain he’s a dick. And just as you are struggling with this conclusion,
‘The definition of “crazy” in show business is a woman who keeps talking even after no one wants to fuck her anymore.’ – Tina Fey
pissed me off.