charles yu

FIVE HUNDRED AND THREE

From Charles Yu’s Interior Chinatown, which I read this week and loved. “For my friend Fong,” he says, and begins singing John Denver. If you didn’t know it already, now you do: old dudes from rural Taiwan are comfortable with their karaoke and when they do karaoke for some reason they love no one likeContinue reading “FIVE HUNDRED AND THREE”

THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN

I picked up Charles Yu’s How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe yesterday and I’ve just been plowing through it. A passage from early on in the book: The earliest memory I have of my own dad is the two of us, sitting on my bed as he reads me a book we have checkedContinue reading “THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN”