Parable of the Sower by Octavia E. Butler
a dystopia from the nineties reads too much like social realism…
a dystopia from the nineties reads too much like social realism…
pointed gags from the 1960s about things that haven’t changed
in february i saw some movie
the trouble with trouble with lichen is that it’s best read half-asleep and mostly i read awake
there’s a reason Woolf didn’t collate this story collection in her own lifetime…
a giant book that offers a giant good time
a heartbreaking misfire from the world of Sookie Stackhouse
a serious novel that reminds us, again, of the cost of our silences
it’s scott manley hadley aka SOLID BALD
Tempest Miller’s second monthly chapbook – a brave if not brilliant series
chasing tornadoes and remembering pasts
comments on the conclusion to a four-book series
I read a bizarre quasi-blog from DH Lawrence so y’all don’t have to
a bad book that, ethically, i probably shouldn’t have been reading
…a curiosity, a fragment of fragments, a distillation of the mind- and work-wrecking ferocity of addiction…
the movies I watched in January
a quick run through Ursula Le Guin’s debut novel
a short book on architecture and lost futures
generations fought for a future that – this week – is being murdered on the world stage
exceptional essay collection from an under-appreciated american
fun if minor James Baldwin book feat. correspondence and two collaborative pieces
pret a manger is like Greggs for people with student debt … like Birley Sandwiches for people who iron their own clothes
a nice, light, vacuous text that is unforgivably overlong
fun thriller about three comedians on a road trip… and one of them’s a killer
a surprisingly disappointing book about flaneuring about
five early novellas (in one book) from Nobel winner Doris Lessing
delany’s 1980s fantasyland crumbles into the stark realities of the AIDS crisis – an arguably perfect example of its type
gags, props, racy costuming and another seasonal what if…
a con job luring in hapless literary parents: AVOID AT ALL COSTS
i haven’t read it before but i have kinda read it before
it is human to cringe at the elevator pitch – a post-apocalyptic Shakespeare troupe (eww) – but don’t be put off, this is essentially a 2010s Infinite Jest (the good bits)
a glorious, cacophonous, collage of varied delights and pleasure
a cracking novel-length trip to Chip Delany’s 1980s fantasy land
an interesting book on writing comedy that doesn’t try to make you laugh
some intriguing Italian fiction about haunting and being haunted
a deeply moving portrait of grief slowly becomes a cold exercise in self-aggrandisement
accidentally, i am almost a revolutionary
non-digressive thoughts on book 1 of 4 of Samuel Delany’s sword and sorcery series
another treat from the english spywriter too boring to not die old
a stranger filmed a recent stand up set i did then emailed it to me
i thoroughly enjoyed this 1980s memoir about the halycon days of cruising (and sci-fi)
preview of an excellent bildungsroman coming in 2025
thoughts on one last trip to bon temps and smh ponders last vs first impressions
can there be hope in a future where basically everything’s dead?
a pair of early novellas that really delivers, especially one
a strange text from a strange, failed, business person
in novel 12 of 13 i finally find something in Sookie Stackhouse i don’t like (that’s a joke i loved it)
Janet Malcolm did it again one last time
breathtaking short and obscure naturalistic novella that works works works
i think it might maybe be errr one of the best books I’ve read


















































