Activity in the Phoebus’s gun ports promises another round.
If I don’t keep talking, Jacob realises, I shall crack like a dropped dish.
‘I know what you don’t believe in, Doctor: what do you believe?’
‘Oh, Descartes’ methodology, Domenico Scarlatti’s sonatas, the efficacy of Jesuits’ bark… so little is actually worthy of belief or disbelief. Better to strive to co-exist, than seek to disprove…’
Clouds spill over the mountain ridges.
Started: Guilin, China
Finished: Ferry from Korea to Japan
Fucking hell. Where do I even start? This is a book which followed me through three countries; was my sole source of entertainment on trains, planes, busses, and a ferry; felt as much a part of me as my backpack. It will have a special place in my heart for a long time to come. Continue reading “Book Review: The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle”
Started: Hangzhou, China
Finished: Guilin, China
Go an’ name me a few of your most favourite things.
What is this? The Sound of Music?
Just do it, eh?
I guess… military history… Japan… nature… and tattoos. Why?
Because, mi amigo, I have just the book for you… Continue reading “Book Review: The Garden of Evening Mists”
Started: Fukuoka, Japan
Finished: Tokyo, Japan
When I was just a wean (by which I mean in my sixth year of high school) I wrote a poem for my creative writing portfolio in English class. Continue reading “Book Review: Alice In Wonderland”
Milos Forman’s One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest is a family favourite. Nicholson’s portrayal of a rough-and-tumble McMurphy, introducing his fellow patients to a different world – a freer, happier, more confident world – all the while doing psychological battle with Louise Fletcher’s Nurse Ratched, is perhaps Nicholson’s greatest role to date, and it’s one which has stuck with me. Continue reading “Book Review: One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest”