The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion
reading the best of books in the worst of times
reading the best of books in the worst of times
thoughts on avoiding the canon
redressing a gap in my reading
spooky graphic novel
exceptional omnibus from NY publisher Tender Buttons
ok toomer
a solid contemporary novel
without a call to violence, this is fantasy
fell orf my bike boohoo
more mediocre writing slash “lauded genre writing”
the building i live in got on fire in lockdown
historical documents on colonisation of Mexico translated from Nahuatl
great literary biography but not AS GREAT as other malcolm i’ve read
a pointless read, wasting time
parkdale in the pandemic
distracting the self with heady genre fiction
commencing unemployment and panicking about expertise
top prize-winning poetry and emotional toll of lockdown ekes in
it’s the pandemic and it’s now
a surprisingly great short novel that might be hateful
i read escapist fiction and attempt escapist walking
the strangeness of lockdown becomes the new normal
cracking under lockdown and stunning books
further disintegration as i read a play that hasn’t aged well
sense begins to disperse as unemployment looms
a collection of essays
great prose-verse novel about nunavut in the 70s
an intriguing text, tho a last chapter I hated
a truly phenomenal novel but Scotty still depressed
i, basic, enjoy some popular fiction
another kooky blog post
Who the f*ck is Malcolm Gladwell?
essentially a review of my new meds
i enjoy a haruki murakami for the first time in years!
a stream of blogsciousness
lovely anthology from Comma Press
Maybe I’ve grown out of peripatetic flaneur type novels?
i’m distracted
very “literary fiction” literary fiction about WW2 non-Nazi racism
great book on the history of subterranean poo tubes
was almost sectioned today; read a book that was difficult but perfect
very early protest against colonialism
a great novel but mainly me whinging about winter
poetry by a then dying, now dead, young poet
vampires yes please and too long sentences
strong canadian poems
great book of pomes
england is dead and it owes u no living

















































