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The Orphan Master's Son - Adam Johnson

North Korea and the day to day lives of its citizens is a subject matter that isn’t touched upon often in fiction, for good reason. Adam Johnson puts it eloquently in the afterword to his book The Orphan Master’s Son – “we’ll know the true way to write a novel set in North Korea when North Korean novelists become free to tell their own stories.” That being said, with this book Johnson has created a powerful, emotional tale which feels honest, true to life, and – in keeping with the image most of us have of North Korea – painfully bleak. 360 more words


Rain Dance

Yesterday was the first day in, most likely, years where my agenda resembled this:




Yup: did exactly nothing. Woke up late. Threw a whole bunch of macaroni and a wide variety of cheeses into a croc pot. 1,048 more words

Premier League Preview: Sunderland

Sunderland pulled off an incredible survival last season and if they keep laying like they did in April and May, things are definitely looking up for Gus Poyet and co. 745 more words


Recent Holiday Reading

I’m on holidays at the moment, travelling through Vietnam, working my way from Saigon in the south to Hanoi in the north. Currently I’m spending a couple of weeks on the beach in Nha Trang, which has allowed me to indulge in some summer reading. 1,154 more words

International Authors

Book Review: The Orphan Master's Son by Adam Johnson (3/5). A story that confirms living in North Korea must be terrible.

I made it through my second ebook! I never thought I’d read ebooks, but having these on my phone for the spare minutes of my life has been nice. 1,157 more words


Book Review: The Orphan Master’s Son by Adam Johnson

I’ve got a lot of catching up to do. I’ve read 21 books since this one. Five of those in the space of one week in Rhodes.  231 more words


[670] The Orphan Master's Son - Adam Johnson

” In Prison 33, little by little, you relinquished everything, starting with your tomorrows and all that might be. Next went your past, and suddenly it was inconceivable that your head had ever touched a pillow, that you’d once used a spoon or a toilet, that your mouth and once known flavors and your eyes had beheld colors beyond gray and brown and the shade of black that blood took on. 541 more words