We Think Of Immigration As A Western

Saeed Quickly Found Employment At A Banana Republic, Where He Would Sell To Urban Sophisticates The Black Turtleneck Of The Season, In A Shop Whose Name Was Synonymous With Colonial Exploitation And The Rapacious Ruin Of The Third World.

She'd Have To Propel Herself Into The Future By Whatever Means Possible Or She'd Be Trapped Forever In A Place Whose Times Had Already Passed.

I'm Always In The Kitchen, Cooking And Experimenting - I Love It. And Every Now And Then I Think, 'i Should Write A Cookbook' Or, 'i Should Write For Food Magazines.' And Then I Get Drawn Back To Writing Fiction Again.

I Love Truman Capote, Tennessee Williams, Flannery O'connor. I Read A Lot Of American Writers.

Could Fulfillment Ever Be Felt As Deeply As Loss? Romantically She Decided That Love Must Surely Reside In The Gap Between Desire And Fulfillment, In The Lack, Not The Contentment. Love Was The Ache, The Anticipation, The Retreat, Everything Around It But The Emotion Itself.