
SOME TIME AGO, I realized that my strongest memories of a particular moment in my life were almost always illuminated by a novel I happened to be reading at the time. For example, I remembered being in a music class when I was twelve years old and a teacher who’d watched over a boy whose life was already marked by tragedy. [Read more…]

When I heard the news that Kazuo Ishiguro won the Nobel Prize for Literature, I was delighted. Not only is “Ish” (as everybody calls him) a wonderful writer, from my memory of my London days, he’s a decent down-to-earth-guy, confident but humble – a far cry from the stereotype of the egotistical writer.