Books I love as I travel
One of my first trips to Ghent had a very precise objective: I had asked my mother to take me to the St Bavo’s Cathedral to discover the Ghent Altarpiece Continue Reading →
I have a special attraction for seaplanes. Is this a remembrance from my readings of the Tintin comics? Or because I have only seen a few (I remember one landing Continue Reading →
It has been a long time – too long – since I last went to Cairo. More than twenty years ago. I was there for a workshop which allowed us Continue Reading →
The plane had already started its descent towards Washington when the South African Airways pilot announced that because of the snow our flight would be diverted to JFK airport in Continue Reading →
I was hesitant for a while before writing a post about Japan, mainly because I only spent three days there for a conference in Tokyo. But I have excellent memories Continue Reading →
The highway that goes from Abidjan to Yamoussoukro is fast and well maintained. In a little bit more than two hours, one reaches the hill on top of which sits Continue Reading →
Are « local » writers better placed to describe their country, their region or their city? This is a question that has bothered me a few times in writing this blog in Continue Reading →
I am coming back from a wonderful trip in Colombia with family and friends. The giant of Colombian literature, the father of magical realism is of course Gabriel Garcia Márquez. Continue Reading →
White farmers from Zimbabwe, the former Southern Rhodesia, are a priori not the ethnic minority whose fate inspires the highest level of compassion. They were the dominant political class under Continue Reading →
I am starting a short series about novels describing the experiences of African immigrants in America. I have recently read several books taking this angle and since I am myself Continue Reading →