MemoirTHE FIRST TIME I was hospitalised, my mother visited me in the dank psychiatric ward bearing a three-tiered lacquer bento box packed with handmade delicacies. I told her I couldn’t eat. She began to sob, and in between wet gulps,...

EssayI HAVE A confession to make. Some years ago, while enjoying solace in a café, a well-nourished white bloke accosted me by thrusting his newly purchased cookbook in my face and demanding an autograph. ‘I love your recipes,’ he gushed....

Fiction Today in flower, tomorrow scattered by the wind – Such is our blossom life. How can we think its fragrance lasts forever? Vice Admiral Takijiro Onishi, Imperial Japanese Navy The day you bring your family to the new home in the...

Essay'She had enough long black hair, Japanese hair, to keep on drowning him forever,' – Richard Brautigan, Sombrero Fallout; A Japanese Novel (Simon and Schuster, 1976)PHIL, WHITE, MALE, in his early middle years, looks me up and down. 'Your...