Saturday, October 3, 2009 at 09:43PM Check out the following 3 links on YouTube, for my interview with ThatChannel.com:
Sunday, August 30, 2009 at 03:04AM As my second novel, The Heart of the Buddha, is about to be released, I wish to address my Asian readers...
Tuesday, August 25, 2009 at 04:26AM On the eve of the publication of my new novel "The Heart of the Buddha", set in Bhutan, due for release on October 1, 2009, I am posting my short story of Bhutan, to herald the novel. "West of Eden: a tale of Bhutan" was first published in "Imprint, 2009", a magazine of Women in Publishing Society, Hong Kong. This story bears no relation to the plot of "The Heart of the Buddha", except for the setting.
Thursday, August 13, 2009 at 01:15AM My romance with Bhutan began in February 2000 when I flew for the first time from Bangkok to Paro, the only airport town in Bhutan. The airport had no radar detection device. Planes could only land and take off in broad daylight, in good visibility. At the time, “planes” meant the two aircraft owned by Bhutan’s national airline, Druk Air. As we neared Bhutan, the arid landscape gradually gave way to layers of mountains looming grey and purple in the distance, becoming luxuriant with vibrant shades of green as the plane glided over them. Mountains and valleys interlocked with one another like fingers of hands clasped in prayer. I had the inkling I was about to experience something quite different from what the biggest cities and fanciest resorts of the first world could offer.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009 at 01:00AM At the historic Peace Hotel in Shanghai’s busy commercial district, a doorman hails a taxi for us. Michael is on a consulting mission to Shanghai. After fifty-seven years, he has come home to the city of his birth. “Where to, sir?” the taxi driver asks. Michael takes out a small piece of paper from his breast pocket and pronounces in Mandarin, “I Yee Jin Lu.” The driver seems puzzled, looks at the street name, and checks his directory. “No such street. Where did you get this name?” “I lived near that street, in one of the nong tang, more than fifty-seven years ago.” Nong tang, each a labyrinth of small lanes lined with low brick houses joined end to end, built in the early twentieth century, some earlier, a relic of a time bygone.
