Travel Memoir Review: Driving Hungry by Layne Mosler

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When we first meet our narrator, Layne Mosler, in Buenos Aires, she’s busy learning the tango. By any account, it’s a bold decision to move to Buenos Aires in order to practice tango. But Driving Hungry isn’t about tango. It’s about what happens when, tired and hungry, Mosler asks a taxi driver to take her to his favourite restaurant. From there, she […] Read more…

Chelsea Girl

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(Published in The Summerset Review) I watched the Chelsea girls stalk down Kings Road. The street was hard and gritty under my feet, but the cement became gray velvet under their high-heeled shoes. I saw their packages from Harrods on Old Brompton Road. I imagined their walk down Sloane Street, chitchat in between the swish […] Read more…

10 Best Travel Memoirs

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Here’s a list of the best travel memoirs. They all happen to be written by women. 1. The House on Dream Street: Memoir of an American Woman in Vietnam Dana Sachs I remember picking up The House on Dream Street at a bookstore in Washington DC when I was 24, in my first year of graduate […] Read more…

The Female Side

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(Published in Redivider Journal) The male and female sides of Abu Dhabi University were mirror images: both pristine and starkly white, with South Asian security men guarding the connecting passageways. The male lobby was typically quiet, often witness to solemn greetings of salaamu alaykum, or the secrets of young men rushing to the computer lab […] Read more…

A Chapter Called ‘Women’

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(Published in The Lifted Brow) Yasmina tells me that in Dubai, the women’s effort came first, and then the government decided to give them support. I meet her one evening in the Dubai Women’s Club during Ramadan, after her fast has ended. She possesses a loose sort of beauty, with wide eyes and mouth. Her […] Read more…

Abu Dhabi Days, Dubai Nights

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(Chapter One of my travel memoir, Abu Dhabi Days, Dubai Nights, published by Pan Macmillan in 2012.) That first night in Abu Dhabi, I dreamed of a woman wearing a dazzling black headscarf hurrying through a maze of clay-coloured alleyways. She disappeared among the shadows cast by the domes of a nearby mosque and then […] Read more…

Andres and the Jinns

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(published in Verity La) Miss, WALLAH, it’s true. They are everywhere. Every time you hear a noise in your house, or your TV stops working, or your computer beeps…’ Hana paused dramatically. ‘It’s a jinn.’ She searched my face for a sufficiently spooked reaction, and while I did my best to play along, I was […] Read more…