It’s All Hallows’ Eve in London, and the street that stretches before her is empty, quiet except for the soft thud of her boots on the sidewalk and the rustle of autumn leaves plucked by the wind.
There was a moment in 1940, the bleakest year of the Second World War with the Wehrmacht carrying all before it, when Winston Churchill made the French government a curious offer.
Rising at 5 am, I checked my email as I usually did, and saw this newly arrived item in my inbox:
While procrastinating from a quite important deadline, I often find myself doing what I always do when something really, really needs to get done...
In the winter of 2012, against my better judgement and for reasons that were not entirely to do with writing—much as I said they were—and which even now are not clear to me, I visited the site of Ohama Camp, Japan, where my father had once been interned.
I fled to that country because I would have gone anywhere, done anything, for one last taste of green sharp enough to pierce the caul of my life.
The most popular books were from this series called Commando Crocodile, and no matter how many copies she bought, Ms. Masie couldn't keep them on the shelves.
Most of the people who went to work for Sam Bankman-Fried ended up in jobs for which they were not obviously qualified, and Natalie Tien was no exception.
At first, I was pretty embarrassed by the way I found out I have ADHD.
Writing this book felt like starting my own version of Phileas Fogg’s adventure, setting off in his hot air balloon;
When asked if they’d heard of Camp Buttress, the locals of the nearest town would answer that, yes.
Look, I didn’t want to be a high school senior.
