Who is Paul Theroux

Paul Edward Theroux (born April 10, 1941) is an American novelist and travel writer who has written numerous books, including the travelogue, The Great Railway Bazaar (1975). Some of his works of fiction have been adapted as feature films. He was awarded the 1981 James Tait Black Memorial Prize for his novel The Mosquito Coast, which was adapted for the 1986 movie of the same name and the 2021 television series of the same name.

He is the father of British-American authors and documentary filmmakers Marcel and Louis Theroux, the brother of authors Alexander Theroux and Peter Theroux, and uncle of the American actor and screenwriter Justin Theroux.

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Paul Theroux was born in Medford, Massachusetts, the third of seven children, and son of Catholic p...
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Citeseer: "the peace corps is a sort of howard johnson's on the main drag into maturity." - paul theroux
Mathi68038: at my lowest point, when things were at their most desperate and uncomfortable, i always found myself in the company of australians, who were like a reminder that i'd touched bottom.,paul theroux,australians, humour, satire,
Sen61144: there's always a way if you're not in a hurry.,paul theroux, the last train to zona verde: my ultimate african safari,hurry, travel,
Khat21332: the appeal of travel books is also the sense that you are different, an outsider, almost like the robinson crusoe or christopher columbus notion of being the first person in a new place.,paul theroux,you, place, new ,
Philip_d_conrad: travel is only glamorous in retrospect. (paul theroux)
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A Woman-s Sonnets: Ii
 by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Nay, dear one, ask me not to leave thee yet.
Let me a little longer hold thy hand.
Too soon it is to bid me to forget
The joys I was so late to understand.
The future holds but a blank face for me,
The past is all confused with tears and grey,
But the sweet present, while thy smiles I see,
Is perfect sunlight, an unclouded day.
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