James Clavell Novels & Stories

When Eli saw Lin, she called him to sit beside her on a bench. Lin readily joined Eli who introduced him to the Irish poet who was also M.C of the event and the organizer of the event. The Irish poet extended his hand to Lin who shook his hands with him. Soon, the event opened and Lin saw some writers including Myanmar writers and foreign writers who would read some extracts from James Joyce’s works. For Lin, James Joyce's Dubliners always inspired Him. He really envied his literary genius. James Joyce wrote several books including this “Dubliners”, a collection of short stories. Once, Lin read “Araby” by James Joyce and he really liked it because its structure as a short story was remarkabl

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"Yes, a box like Pandora's box, the only difference will be the hope she found in the bottom of the box, in my own box there won't be any hope at all, and—" "Keep shut!" James was very annoyed "I don't need you to tell me histories, now you'll keep quiet and won't utter another word" he warned her. "Yes your majesty" She replied, and bowed mockingly. "You—" "Excuse me, are you Mr Caveman?" A man dressed in black suit interrupted him. "Yes I am" he replied, staring at the man. "You're here with your girls Clara and Klara?" The man asked. "Ye—s" James replied, trying to figure out who the man is, could he be...?

"I left the country. Worked my way on the cargo ships. There's destinations where they don't ask too many questions so long as you pull your weight. And it was easier back then. They didn't have the kind of security on ports that they do now. I ended up in Africa." James unfolds his arms, leans forward. "Which part of Africa?" "I disembarked in Lagos, but I moved around a lot. Congo, Chad, Central African Republic... you name it..." James sits back again. "Those were dangerous places to be. And dangerous times to be there." "So they were." Klempner's voice is languid, almost bored, but his gaze holds steady to James'. Charlotte breaks in. "What were you doing? Why did you stay?" James' eyes