Evan Scarlett: 4 books

Well, some may call it satire, but like with most things in life, poor Mr. Scarlett seems to make it almost a poisonous and bitter observation of the human condition. Sick people may think that he is funny, but unfortunately, there are many out there who, if were given a single brain cell, would be...

A not so extraordinary life to all but himself; yet he found the need to put it down on paper just so that he could recall it all when he added dementia to his list of mental illnesses. And also so that his son could know what sort of man he was in case he died before the boy could find out for himself. He...

Well this is the fifth volume of short stories, and some may ask why he doesnt just pull his finger out and write a proper novel. But he figures he is being novel, doesnt have the brain to concentrate enough to achieve a novel, and realises possibly just where his strengths and weaknesses lie. So go and sit on the toilet if you need to hang shit on him. Besides, he is a lazy prick.

Phuong can wake up in the morning, declare herself hungry, and walk one hundred meters to a freshly cooked bowl of soup or a mini-baguette filled with meat pate and vegetables. Pho and banh miwe have a choice at least between those two in the space of a two-minute stroll on the street. Phuong will...