Vivien Leigh’s negligee A caliginous enchantress from the start.Beguiling vision. A flash. Flutter of soot eyelashes,eyes that looked violet, gray, blue, tan and nearly every other colour in the         spectrum. Her cryptic smile, expressing an alchemy of emotions.See her wearing this diaphanous garment made of sheer white nylon chiffon, edgedwith lace…

        I remember   you were the first man who taught me about death. I was five years old; we were walking across the fields to my school. Do you remember, Ba? It was an autumn morning, I think. The trees dazzled us with their electricity. Po Po had died in June, on…

        Another Language   When I speak in Cantonese, I’m almost a different person. Louder, brighter. The seven tones, ascending, descending like musical notes. My grandparents, leaving the fragrant harbour of Hong-Kong, the Pearl River of Guang-Zhou for the dream of a better life in the West – what did they make of…