In the Skin of a Lion by Michael Ondaatje
i read a great Toronto novel and recall summer 2019 when I worked at lux events
i read a great Toronto novel and recall summer 2019 when I worked at lux events
accidentally read a right-wing novel; thoughts about returning to work mid-pandemic
a mediocre history text then a pro-UBI, anti-“the Arts is special” rant
yes it is good and i got to read it slightly early and for free
disjointed blog post on a very affecting new novel
very little on the book, lots of rage at the slow quietening of June’s global protest movement
a mediocre short novel
flawless 1970s fiction exploring dementia; plus shirtless pic
a comfort: Gardner’s ignorance of affluence shows he never got rich from these terrible books
to adapt is not to survive
Written June 15th and actually it was this one, not Things Fall Apart that caused me to pause blogging, forContinue Reading
a blog post that fell apart so much i paused the blog for six weeks
hide the dfw; notes on craft & posthumous novels
two and a half months ago i read an incredible novel
great poetry, i whinge about lockdown innit
a lovely lockdown trip down the middle of the road
another ripping escapist yarn
like a newspaper but a book… from 1965
truly one of the greatest recent works of fiction
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historical documents on colonisation of Mexico translated from Nahuatl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

















































