Once in a while - perhaps every 10 years, or even every generation - a novel appears that profoundly questions the way we look at the world, and at ourselves. Beijing Coma is a poetic examination not just of a… — Tash Aw Copy Share Image
“...my mother took a younger man as a lover. They spent all day in her boudoir, festering in each other's company.” — Tash Aw Copy Share Image
“Time — how it expands to fill the spaces you create; how it makes meagre experiences seem never-ending. Whenever he heard people talk about… — Tash Aw Copy Share Image
“...a small piece of silk. It was at once iridescent and delicate, and shone with a colour no Occidental could ever have conceived…I held… — Tash Aw Copy Share Image
“Outlines of dead logs I hauled away remained impressed on the damp earth, scarring the ground with their funereal shapes.” — Tash Aw Copy Share Image
“...my limbs became leaden, my head light as yarn on a weaver's spindle. My vision dazzled with the colours of richly shot silk; above… — Tash Aw Copy Share Image
“It's impossible to find happiness if you're an orphan." "That's not true. Orphans are the only ones who are free to find their own… — Tash Aw Copy Share Image
Once in a while - perhaps every 10 years, or even every generation - a novel appears that profoundly questions the way we look… — Tash Aw Copy Share Image
“...he returned to his barricaded silence, locking me out of his world. The unfathomable, inscrutable East, I thought. I was cut adrift from the… — Tash Aw Copy Share Image
“Although harmony with nature is of considerable importance in planning a garden, it must never be allowed to obscure what lies at the heart… — Tash Aw Copy Share Image
