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RKS Literature: Vancouver Suburb the Hate Capital of British Columbia

“I remembered playing baseball past where Navi lived, back when it was an empty lot, but now the area was overrun with homes, housing mostly Indian families. Sikhs. Men with turbans and beards. Women who travelled in pairs, in gold flecked orange, beet, and yellow fabrics. They kept their lawns trim and undecorated. They tookContinue reading “RKS Literature: Vancouver Suburb the Hate Capital of British Columbia”

RKS Literature: The Chinese as Inveterate Gamblers

“Over the centuries Chinese peasants have never had any control over the circumstances of their lives. Often acts of God, but more commonly acts of man, have completely disrupted any attempt to lead a rational and normal existence. Hard work seldom reaps its just rewards or even put sufficient rice into the family bowl toContinue reading “RKS Literature: The Chinese as Inveterate Gamblers”

RKS Literature: The Sea Dictates Everything

“By the time we were off Livingston, any hope of getting into the harbour was out of the question. The entrance to Livingston Harbour is shallow with a series of low lying rocks directly in front of it. Even in calm weather you had to know your way in, as many a visiting sailor hadContinue reading “RKS Literature: The Sea Dictates Everything”

RKS Literature: Napalm Nightmare (Bryce Courtenay)

“When I came to I was lying on a large raised platform together with several wounded Korean and Chinese soldiers. The bloke next to me was sitting up as if he was frozen into position, with his hands clasped about his knees. He was a blackish brown colour, the skin on his body so completelyContinue reading “RKS Literature: Napalm Nightmare (Bryce Courtenay)”

RKS Literature: Life in the 1930’s at the Colored Orphan Asylum in Harlem (Bryce Courtenay)

“The idea of a black orphan aspiring to rise above his or her predestined station in life simply never occurred to them. Children such as Jimmy who were demonstrably bright were regraded as potentially dangerous. They would only become frustrated in later life and, as a consequence, turn to crime. It was better to subdueContinue reading “RKS Literature: Life in the 1930’s at the Colored Orphan Asylum in Harlem (Bryce Courtenay)”

RKS Literature: Oncologist Stricken by What She Fights Against For Her Patients (Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn)

“Adjusting to the disease was at first unbearable. Her world had capsized, the entire arrangement of her existence was disrupted. She was not yet dead, and yet she had to give up her husband, her son, her daughter, her grandson, and her medical work as well, even though it was her own work, medicine, thatContinue reading “RKS Literature: Oncologist Stricken by What She Fights Against For Her Patients (Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn)”

RKS Literature: The Importance of the Family Doctor (Alexsandr Solzhenitsyn)

“The family doctor is a figure without whom the family cannot exist in a developed society. He knows the needs of each member of the family, just as a mother knows their tastes. There’s no shame in taking to him some trivial complaint you’d never take to the outpatient’s clinic, which entails getting an appointmentContinue reading “RKS Literature: The Importance of the Family Doctor (Alexsandr Solzhenitsyn)”

RKS Literature: The Suffering and Mercy of War (Alexsandr Solzhenitsyn)

“The war was merciful to men, it took them away. The women it left to suffer to the end of their days.” Alexsandr Solzhenitsyn, “Cancer Ward”, 1968.

RKS Literature: Growing Dull with The Passing Years (Alexsandr Solzhenitsyn)

“It’s simply that we grow dull with the passing years. We grow tired. We lose all true talent for grief or faithfulness. We surrender to time. Yet every day we swallow food and lick our fingers-in this respect we are unyielding. If we are not fed for two days we go out of our mind,Continue reading “RKS Literature: Growing Dull with The Passing Years (Alexsandr Solzhenitsyn)”

RKS Literature: Russians, Vodka and Strength (Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn)

“Pasha, vodka can’t make it any worse, you’ve got to realize that. Vodka is a cure for all illnesses. I’ll drink some pure spirit before the operation, what do you think? Here, I’ve got it in a little bottle. Why spirit? Because it gets absorbed right away, it doesn’t leave any surplus water. When theContinue reading “RKS Literature: Russians, Vodka and Strength (Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn)”