On Missing Linguistic Isolation
Something clicked in my head while I was away this Summer. I don’t know if it was something I ate,Continue Reading
Something clicked in my head while I was away this Summer. I don’t know if it was something I ate,Continue Reading
When I learnt about the recent republication of David Foster Wallace’s 1990 academic text about hip-hop only days after fallingContinue Reading
So, I’ve been back in the UK for three weeks. What have I been up to? Where has the streamContinue Reading
I saw the film version of Watchmen a couple of years ago and hated it. I saw it when my alcoholContinue Reading
Malcolm Lowry died in 1957, having published only two books (both novels) in his lifetime: the youthful Ultramarine (1934, myContinue Reading
Wow. Fuck a diddle wank, David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest (1996) is a full blown literary compendium of joy. Deeply philosophical,Continue Reading
Right. My blog is back in business, back to books. (As I’m sure you can see, my hair is far,Continue Reading
I’m pretty certain, as I sadly sit at my faithful kitchen table back on England’s silage strewn shores, that somewhereContinue Reading
Twenty five is not, in itself, a significant birthday. However, it does mean that one has distinctly reached an ageContinue Reading









