Today's date:
 
Special Issue 1997
COMMENTARIES 2001-2007
MADE IN CHINA
THE TWO SOULS OF TURKEY
THE NEW GLOBAL CINEMA
MAKING GLOBALIZATION WORK
DE-GLOBALIZE THE JIHAD
THE THIRD WAVE'S THIRD WAY
PLANET OF SLUMS
THE GLOBAL IDEOLOGY
     OF FEAR

THE OTHER
POST-NATIONAL
    LITERATURE

COLLAPSE OR MASSIVE
    CHANGE?

THE RISE AND FALL OF
    AMERICA'S SOFT POWER

THE SCIENTIFIC IMAGINATION
PUBLIC DIPLOMACY
THE HEADSCARF CONTROVERSY
SCULPTURE AND THE
     NEW SCIENCE

BIOTECH AND THE
     NEW BABEL

WAR THROUGH THE
     BACK DOOR

ANTIAMERICANISM
THE RISING SOFT POWER
     OF CHINA & INDIA

THE BUSH DOCTRINE
FAIRNESS IN A FRAGILE
    WORLD

AMERICA'S MIGHT
ISLAM IN THE 21ST CENTURY
ANTIGLOBOS
HOT PEACE
MODUS VIVENDI
LOOKING NORTH
FROM WELL HAVING TO
     WELL BEING

POST-HUMAN HISTORY
GLOBAPHOBIA
THE GLOBAL MIND
AFTER KOSOVO
FROM VIETNAM TO KOSOVO
DEGLOBALIZATION?
THE RISE OF THE MEDIA-
    INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX

BOOM [NUCLEAR] AND
    [BUST] ECONOMIC IN ASIA

BEYOND CAPITALISM
ASIAN CRISIS
CHINA: THE ASIAN
     RENAISSANCE

SLOW IS BEAUTIFUL
ECLIPSE OF THE BIG
    PICTURE

AFTER THE END OF
    HISTORY

THE EAST IS RED AGAIN
HALF-A-HEGEMON
THIRD WAVE TERRORISM
HEIMAT
Fall 1987
Winter 1987
Spring 1986
Fall-Winter '84-'85
Spring 1984


A Settler in the Coming Deracination State


Pico Iyer, one of today's most talented travel writers, is the author of Video Night in Kathmandu, The Lady and the Monk, Cuba and the Night and, most recently, Tropical Classical, a set of essays.

Nara, Japan - I live in a town where I can't read any of the signs. A few syllables are written in my native tongue - denoting the "Hotboy Club," the "Deer's Kitchen" baker and a "Jollier" salon offering "Cut and Perm" - but they are even stranger than the ones that aren't. My nearest relatives live ten hours away, by plane, to east and west, and my employers are, quite literally, on the far side of the globe. My girlfriend and her family with whom I share our two rooms with in the Memphis Apartments - just half a block from the intersection of School-dori and Park-dori (as these science-fictive locations are called - speak in broken English, which I fluently translate into broken Japanese. None of the buildings in our neighborhood, in between the ancient, temple-filled capitals of Nara and Kyoto, is older than I am.

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