Caryl Phillips Interviewed by Graham Swift

I first met Caryl, or Caz as I've come to know him, a few years ago at a literary jamboree in Toronto. I think we fulfilled all our official duties, but we spent a lot of time in a place in downtown Toronto called the Bamboo Club - one of those places which has acquired since a sort of metaphysical status, because whenever Caz and I have met again in some far-flung comer of the globe, it seems our first instinct has been to find out where the 'Bamboo Club' is. Caz, I confess, is a little bit better at finding it than I am.