I've started a new writing series where I publish and respond to letters from around the world about what it means to be an 'international' writer in the US.
The first letter is from a Singaporean reader who asks: how do you balance writing and family?
https://t.co/JZNhF4tpmX
My novel, The Book of Records, will slip into the world next year. I am so very grateful. Literature tries to hold, even fleetingly, what history and time dissolve.
For anyone interested in reading some of Han Kang's work, this story (a precursor to The Vegetarian) translated by Deborah Smith is a great (free!) introduction: https://t.co/DEtVrLMpSv
"With the war intensifying and people being carried out dead every day, how can we have a celebration? Please don't celebrate while witnessing these tragic events. The Swedish Academy didn’t give me this award for us to enjoy, but to stay more clear-headed."
My aunt, Lee Wei Ling, passed away on Oct 9. When I was a child, she recruited my brother and me as lab subjects for a brain imaging study. Ever the scientist.
Her funeral is today, in Singapore. It pains me that I cannot be there to say goodbye.
Honored to be on the judging panel for the #InternationalBooker2025 ✨
Trans rights are human rights and human rights are trans rights 🏳️⚧️
And free Palestine 🇵🇸
It still doesn't seem real, but somehow, some way, UC Berkeley and Harvard are going to support my weird little magazine. Which means that after twenty solid years of dreaming about it, I'm making a print mag of writing and art. https://t.co/I2vG7IHYxR
Day 2 of #JinYongCentenary. We started the day with a visit to Jin Yong’s cousin Xu Zhimo’s house. He’s best known as a poet - we’ve all learned his ode to River Cam at school and can still recite it 轻轻的我走了 - but he’d also welcomed Tagore to China and met Hardy in the UK!