Conveying the Moment

Being a fan of Anthony Bourdain’s Kitchen Confidential, and having seen every episode of A Cook’s Tour (and subsequent No Reservations), I recently picked up a copy of his print travelogue of the same name.

Bourdain, much to my enjoyment and dismay, captures so much of what I’ve observed and most likely failed to describe while traveling in Asia. His Vietnam chapters eloquently describe the tastes, smells, sounds, sights of the region; and though I haven’t yet arrived in Vietnam, much of his essays could describe Cambodia verbatim.

So, I am dismayed because trying to write well, attempting to weave all that I’ve seen — the smallest of details, those that constitute the real memories — has been difficult, especially under time constraints at internet cafés. Use a pen and paper, silly! you say.. well, yes I am silly. And I’m simply more used to typing. What a generation. I am a converse parody of my own father, who has been typing everything from books to screenplays to letters on a typewriter for as long as I can remember, signing the latter and adding postscripts in pen. [I won’t be surprised when my children, decades from now, will laugh at my touch-typing while they control their computers with their minds.]

I guess for now, all I can offer are rough sketches of my experiences, both written and in picture form. Perhaps I will write better, longer essays later; I will certainly make proper photos of the rough pictures I’ve posted so far.

Tony, I apologize in advance if I inadvertently plagiarize your writing.

One Response to “Conveying the Moment”

  1. srjosh Says:

    It’s strange to me that you think that. Part of what I’ve enjoyed most about reading this so far is the writing. It’s very evocative.

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