Mohawk haircuts in Bali. In Guangzhou in the New China a buffeteria serving dishes called Yes, Sir, Cheese My Baby , A Legitimate Beef , and Ike and Tuna Turner . In Japan, a madder-than-ever baseball madness (favourite team: Yomiuri Giants), while the Japanese enact their own unfathomable rites against postcard-perfect backdrops of suburban America. But in Lhasa, the horrendous age-old ceremonial of Celebration Burial endures& When Pico Iyer born in England of India parents, at home both in East and West and now settled in Japan set out to explore the East, he was wholly aware that the international pop culture has already arrived at some of the remotest reaches of the Asian continent. But he was unprepared for the bizarre mixture of old and new, calculation and innocence, illusion and disillusion that he found and brilliantly recaptures in Video Night in Kathmandu.
Returning to his longtime home in Japan after his father-in-law’s sudden death, Pico Iyer picks up the steadying patterns of his everyday rites: going to the post office and engaging in furious games of ping-pong every evening.
"As a guide to far-flung places, Pico Iyer can hardly be surpassed," The New Yorker has written. In The Global Soul, he extends the meaning of far-flung to places within and all around us.
From Iceland to Bhutan to Argentina, Iyer remains both uncannily observant and hilarious.
Psychologically rich and astonishingly acute, with “a masterful narrative style” (Ian MacMillan), Arresting God in Kathmandu introduces a potent new voice in contemporary fiction. “Upadhyay brings to readers the flavor of Nepal and ...
Pico Iyer. way in Utah. and somehow she rolled the car. He was thrown out and killed. She was almost fine, though she wasrft wearing a seat belt either. And ever since . . .” And then I noticed that we were careening, at high speed, ...
He reflects that this is perhaps the reason why many people—even those with no religious commitment—seem to be turning to yoga, or meditation, or seeking silent retreats.
This compact volume is a personal, thoughtful and surprising look at a Singapore we too often take for granted.
He follows the bewilderingly complex route of Bombay's dabbawallahs, who each day ferry 100,000 different lunches to 100,000 different workers. Iyer chats with the Dalai Lama and assesses the books of Salman Rushdie and Cormac McCarthy.
Moving deftly from California academia to the mosques of Iran, filled with insights into the minds of Islam and the modern West, Abandon is a magic carpet-ride of a book.
Having captivated readers with such gems of travel writing as Video Night in Kathmandu, Pico Iyer now presents a novel whose central character is another place: the melancholy, ebullient, and dazzlingly inconsistent island that is Castro's ...