It
was a chance encounter with a long-coveted title—Truman Capote’s In Cold
Blood—that led me to Fully Booked at Gateway Mall. There, among the fiction and
nonfiction, was Capote’s so-called “nonfiction novel,” a genre-defining...
Haruki Murakami’s 1988 novel Dance Dance Dance, was my very first foray into his peculiar world (on the recommendation of my former and late officemate named Fae), turned out to be a strange, fascinating initiati...
In
Lunar Park, Bret Easton Ellis turns the scalpel inward, dissecting not only his
persona but the legacy of his fiction. The novel opens with the style of an autobiography,
recounting his meteoric rise to literary...
If
On the Road was Jack Kerouac’s ecstatic hymn to youth, movement, and rebellion,
then The Dharma Bums is its quieter, more contemplative sibling. Published in
1958, just a year after On the Road transformed Kerouac...
When he isn't writing about his travel experiences, Marky Ramone Go usually stays at home or hangs out at a café with a book in hand. Since his early adolescence, he has found companionship in the imaginative pages of fiction books. As he grew fonder of reading, his book finds widened into other genres. Soon, he discovered the writings of Jack Kerouac, Paul Theroux, and many other writers of like-minded souls, paving his way to become a devoted traveler, reader, and writer.