Friday afternoons at the publishing house are perfect long meetings. Or for getting those difficult e-mails out, the ones that need extra time to think things through. While the publisher is doing the first, I am sitting in the room next door carefully weighing my words. It’s summer and the room feels like a steam… Continue reading A First Impression
Pandora’s Box
I grew up with the luxury of having lots of books at home. I could read about everything imaginable. My father couldn’t pass a bookstore without walking in. He forbade us from looking into some of them though. These were pictures books, with shocking images of war, hidden somewhere on the top shelves. Hiroshima, people… Continue reading Pandora’s Box