This is my third review of Pulitzer Prize-winning author Kazuo Ishiguro, and I have to admit, he's done it again! The Buried Giant is a superb fantasy tale told in a way only Ishiguro can. Very reminiscent of the fairy tales of yore, the book reminded me of my favorite fantasy classics, including The Last... Continue Reading →
"Is he . . . writing?" "Yes. Yes, he is." I heard my nurses saying this, the ones who'd been taking care of me for over the month of May as I was getting treated for acute myeloid leukemia. Now let me just say, chemotherapy is a real bitch. It's straight-up poison they pump directly... Continue Reading →
As a personal social experiment, I lived for a month like it was 1985. Now I'm back with some insights and observations. First and foremost, it's not easy pretending it's four decades earlier when nobody else is playing along. The Internet has become mandatory for making restaurant reservations, planning trips, or buying insurance. Going without GPS,... Continue Reading →
The Art of Storytelling 
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