Forbidden Line by Paul Stanbridge
a review of a difficult book
a review of a difficult book
A glimmer of hope: I am almost able to read in Spanish.
DHL happy in Mexico, then beautifully sad elsewhere.
an accurate depiction of the lust and boredom that threatens to overwhelm all of us who aren’t pious, delusional, fuckheads
This isn’t a real review of a real book, IT’S SCOTT ON SOCIAL ANXIETY!!!
“Help me, help me,” I cry, “I’m too sober to read”.
A charming, quirky, book tainted by middle aged white male bullshit.
I read some serviceable pulp.
I’m bored of life, but this book’s a banger.
Norman Mailer writes energetically and racistly about boxing
The publishing industry has fucked over Kate Tempest.
Gorgeous Bosnian novel and my thoughts on the role of translators
Another book of poetry from up-and-coming indie publisher Morbid Books.
The ‘Godfather of Rap’ offers a rose-tinted memoir.
Preacher is fine, but it’s irrelevant to real life. I should adopt a Syrian child refugee.
A La Recherche du Temps Perdu 4: This Time It’s Gay
A book that makes big promises without sufficient returns…
All Men Must Die, innit?
Should non-fiction books about intoxicants even be legal, yeah?
pleasure is a lightening bolt that leaves no trace
More writing from that weird character I do at Huffington Post.
Very Colonial travel writing from author of The Painted Veil
A short story collection, and my first experience of an eBook.
Absolutely knock out novel about the gay bro scene.
because white men can’t / police their imagination / black men are dying
Fantastic Mr Fox is an ode to adventure capitalism. My life is an ode to wine.
Experimental late 20th century short fiction.
A collection of short fiction inspired by photography.
I review a Lawrentian travel writing collection containing Twilight in Italy, Sea and Sardinia and Sketches of Etruscan Places.
It’s my birthday and I’ll write 6,500 words on Skyfall if I want to
I met a stranger off the internet and he gave it to me.
Can I write about writing about race without discussing race? No.
This is great fun, but absolutely fucking terrible.
In 2010 I produced a farce set in the El Salvadorian Civil War. In 2016 I learnt about the El Salvadorian Civil War.
A beautiful book about a horrible thing.
I read and discuss a book about dickhead hipster bartenders, just weeks after stopping being one.
The life and memories of Walt Whitman, focusing on war and nature.
A bald man on a dance floor is as welcome as a corpse
Morris is a dream-weaving Corbynista, whose acknowledgement of a sad truth mis-sees it as a solvable problem.
Love is not the preserve of the randy, love is not just something that happens with pants off or about to be off…
David bloody Foster bloody Wallace…
In America alone, 281 pounds of pig shit is produced for every one person per year. I don’t know if that’s a lot as I don’t know what a pound is.
Living in the city is bad for the soul
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