Waiting while the family shops in Kabul, Afghanistan
photo courtesy Reuters/Omar Sobhani
Thursday 10 April 2008
Shopping in Kabul
Waiting while the family shops in Kabul, Afghanistan
photo courtesy Reuters/Omar Sobhani
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Waiting while the family shops in Kabul, Afghanistan
photo courtesy Reuters/Omar Sobhani
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Waiting while the family shops in Kabul, Afghanistan
photo courtesy Reuters/Omar Sobhani
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constantly being updated: old and new favorite books about cities
- Alexandria: Lawrence Durrell's The Alexandria Quartet
- Beirut: Samir Kassir's Histoire de Beyrouth
- Bombay: Rohinton Mistry's Tales from Firozsha Baag
- Cairo: Alaa Al Aswany's The Yacoubian Building
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- London: Xiaolu Guo's A Concise Chinese-English Dictionary for Lovers
- Los Angeles: Sandra Tsing Loh's Depth Takes a Holiday
- Los Angeles: T.C. Boyle's Tortilla Curtain
- Marseille: Jean Claude Izzo all books
- New York, San Francisco and Beirut: Rabih Alameddine's I the Divine
- New York: Frank Conroy's Body & Soul
- Tangiers: Mohamed Choukri's Le Pain Nu
- Vienna: Robert Musil's the Man without Qualities
"I came home on the last train. Opposite me sat a couple of London Transport maintenance men, one small, fifty, decrepit, the other a severely handsome black of about thirty-five. Heavy canvas bags were tilted against their boots, their overalls open above their vests in the stale heat of the Underground. They were about to start work! I looked a them with a kind of swimming, drunken wonder, amazed at the thought of their inverted lives, of how their occupation depended on our travel, but could only be pursued, I saw it now, when we were not travelling. As we went home and sank into unconsciousness gangs of these men, with lamps and blow-lamps, and long-handled ratchet spanners, moved out along the tunnels...."
Alan Hollinghurst, The Swimming Pool Library
Alan Hollinghurst, The Swimming Pool Library