Who are you?
I don’t know.
[Don’t say that, say something humble and brave, about wandering and not being lost and how I still haven’t found what I’m looking for. Quote a poet. Or a philosopher. Do not quote Star Trek. Please.]
I know who I am but I’m not going to tell you.
What do you write?
I write […]

Who are you?
It’s only when I crossed 40 that I realized I should do the thing I love the most, to write. So you could say it’s only since the last few years that I have no hesitation in calling myself a writer.
What do you write?
At the moment equal doses of fiction and nonfiction. Some […]

My story A Silly Little Thing is now archived over on the Pequin.org site.
Iris fell in love with George because he didn’t let cybersex interfere with his punctuation or grammar. He always typed with two hands and kept every finger poised over the keyboard as he’d learned in the touch-typing course he took prior to […]

Who are you?
If I could work that out, I wouldn’t write at all. I’m a hybrid in that I’ve lived for years in several different countries, including five years in Spain and more than eight years in Argentina. In a few days I return to a London winter. I’m Scottish, and was […]

Who are you?
I am a fiction writer, visual artist, cross-dresser, palm reader, cook, and traveler of inner and outer worlds. When you travel to spots like Siberia and pack a sex toy in your luggage, you have to be prepared. The woman gate officer in Kyzyl waved my magic wand in the air and asked […]

Who are you?
A flawed but likeable character, often loved, rarely despised, aware that I’m not the man I thought I was and never will be, and given the chance, I’d slip back into the past, never to return. I’m also English to my coccyx, in the Monty Pythonesque tradition if you will, and sick and […]

Interesting blog post - over at the Britannica Blog (Thanks, Tom) - by J.E. Luebering about the disappointing (for some) absence of explicit political content in Orhan Pamuk’s Nobel lecture. Luebering scours the text for “oblique” political references and reconstructs a political narrative that is both “submerged and obvious.”
It is true that the content of […]

Who are you?
I haven’t the faintest idea, and that is serious. I reinvent myself most days, and end up with the same package, give or take, but it’s always an accident. I was adopted at birth, and I guess that makes you query your roots, and see every other rootlet as a very tenuous thing […]

Orhan Pamuk is delivering his Nobel speech today at 5.30 pm Stockholm time, 6.30 pm Greek time, 3.30 am Australian time.

Meanwhile, I browse the net for Orhan.
…And play the edu-games at the Nobel site.

Who are you?
Do you mean this in the literally literary, or in the metaphorically metaphysical, sense, Ms. Koromilas? My name, for your information, is Omar Clew. I am an anagram, a mammogram, a telegram with your name and DOB on it! I am the one that descends upon you in the darkest depths of your […]