Journal
March 11, 2026
An Ordinary Train Ride to Paris Some experiences in life stay with you forever—especially when they put you in mortal danger. In January of 1976, I went to Paris for a recording session with Phonogram. Afterward, I visited some friends living on the Left Bank. They offered for...
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Something is afoot There was a time when deep down she knew it couldn’t possibly turn out well for her, yet she cast caution to the wind and leaped full force into the trap from which there was no turning back. Had her better judgement stopped her in time who knows how this...
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Afghanistan Memories “Our bags are packed; the bus leaves at nine-thirty. Mohammed, our friend from the leather shop, will see us off. He also lends out foreign-language books, and we have spent many afternoons there, sipping tea and exchanging a sentence or two now and...
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Every character I have written arrives with a history I must discover, not invent. They do not spring fully formed from imagination — they accumulate, like sediment, over years of watching, listening, and quietly storing what I observe about how people carry their lives. When...
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There is a particular quality of light in Amsterdam in October that I have never quite found anywhere else. The canals go grey-green, the bridges disappear into low mist in the early mornings, and the city takes on a quieter, more considered character — as though it, too, is...
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