James
Never had a situation felt so absurd, surreal and ridiculous. And I had spent my life as a slave. There we were, twelve of us, marching down the main street that separated the free side of town from the slave side, ten white men in blackface, one black man passing for...
Dr. No
“I know it’s a bright colour,” the owner said. “It’s chartreuse.” “Actually, it’s arctic lime, maybe peridot.” “Okay,” he said. His name was Kenneth Peterman and he wore kelly-green trousers and the...
Dr. No
I recall that I am extremely forgetful. I believe I am. I think I know that I am forgetful. Though I remember having forgotten, I cannot recall what it was that I forgot or what forgetting feels like. When I was a kid, my mother tried to convince me that I was...