I was born on 5 January 1944. My father was being hunted by Japanese soldiers, and he was hiding in the hills outside Manila. My mother spoke no English or Tagalog, only Chinese, and at the hospital she did not know what name to give me when they said I had to have a name.…
In the summer of 1969, I was taking two classes at the University of Kansas, and living “the high life” on the 8th floor of Oliver Hall. My close buddies at the dorm were Judy, a cheerful lass with frizzy black hair from Scotland; Mike, a lanky Vietnam veteran who collected comic books; and Ted,…
David Mamet is working on a new film version of THE DIARY OF ANNE FRANK. I can see and hear it now: “Who the fuck are these fucking Nazis, and why the fuck are they doing this to us? How much longer do we have to fucking hide in this shithole?”