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“Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother” – Amy Chua

Given that my wife is Asian, this was…. awkward to read. I can’t even say that I’d never dated an Asian woman before her!

February 25th, 2012 · No Comments · Love, Uncategorized

Personally, I think Debussy was just going through a phase, fetishizing the exotic. The same thing happened to Debussy’s fellow Frenchmen Henri Rousseau and Paul Gauguin, who started painting Polynesian natives all the time. A particularly disgusting variation of this phenomenon can be found in modern-day California: men with Yellow Fever, who date only Asian [...]

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“Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother” – Amy Chua

February 23rd, 2012 · No Comments · China, Love, Parenting, Uncategorized

There’s a country music song that goes, “She’s a wild one with an angel’s face.” That’s my younger daughter, Lulu. When I think of her, I think of trying to tame a feral horse.

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“The Girl Who Played Go” – Shan Sa

February 6th, 2012 · No Comments · Description, Love, Marriage, Uncategorized

“How do you know if you’re in love? What does it feel like? “Well first of all, you completely forget the world around you. Your friends and family just become invisible. All you can do is think about him day and night. When you see him, it’s as if he’s filled your eyes with light; [...]

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“The Noodle Maker” – Ma Jian

February 5th, 2012 · No Comments · Love, Marriage, Uncategorized, Writing

‘Love is a waste of time,’ the old woman told him. ‘If that writer wants to marry my daughter, he should come and take a look at me first. I’m the image of who she will be nine thousand days from now. When he sees me, his love-sickness will vanish like a puff of smoke.’

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Chinese Romance – “Twenty fragments of a ravenous youth” – Xiaolu Guo

January 19th, 2012 · No Comments · China, Chinese, Love, Quotes

YOU CAN CHECK ANY CHINESE DICTIONARY, there’s no word for romance. We say ‘Lo Man’, copying the English pronunciation. What the fuck use was a word like romance to me anyway? There wasn’t much of it about in China, and Beijing was the least romantic place in the whole universe. ‘Eat first, talk later,’ as [...]

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Break Ups – “The Reluctant Fundamentalist” – Mohsin Hamid

December 12th, 2011 · No Comments · Love, Pakistan

If you have ever, sir, been through at love, you will perhaps understand what I experienced. There is in such situations usually a moment of passion during which the unthinkable is said; this is followed by a sense of euphoria at finally being liberated; the world seems fresh, as if seen for the first time; [...]

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Teen Romance in the Dark – “Nothing to Envy: Ordinary Lives in North Korea” – Barbara Demick

September 18th, 2011 · No Comments · History, Love, North Korea, Totalitarianism

The dark has advantages of its own. Especially if you are a teenager dating somebody you can’t be seen with. When adults go to bed, sometimes as early as 7:00pm in winter, it is easy enough to slip out of the house. The darkness confers measures of privacy and freedom as hard to come by [...]

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Isn’t it Pretty to Think So – “The Sun Also Rises” – Ernest Hemingway

September 8th, 2011 · No Comments · Love

“Oh, Jake,” Brett said, “we could have had such a damned good time together.” Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me. “Yes,” I said. “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”

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Fun to Kiss – “Tender is the Night” – F Scott Fitzgerald

August 15th, 2011 · No Comments · Literature, Love, Prose, Writing

The voice fell low, sank into her breast and stretched the tight bodice over her heart as she came up close. He felt the young lips, her body sighing in relief against the arm growing stronger to hold her. There were now no more plans than if Dick had arbitrarily made some indissoluble mixture, with [...]

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“The End of the Affair” – Graham Greene

July 5th, 2011 · No Comments · Love, Religion, Uncategorized

I wrote at the start that this was a record of hate, and walking there beside Henry towards the evening glass of beer, I found the one prayer that seemed to serve the winter mood: O God, You’ve done enough, You’ve robbed me of enough, I’m too tired and old to learn to love, leave [...]

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