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
very little on the book, lots of rage at the slow quietening of June’s global protest movement
two and a half months ago i read an incredible novel
ok toomer
a solid contemporary novel
commencing unemployment and panicking about expertise
great prose-verse novel about nunavut in the 70s
i’m distracted
great book on the history of subterranean poo tubes
was almost sectioned today; read a book that was difficult but perfect
poetry by a then dying, now dead, young poet
strong canadian poems
a boxset of ten powerful chapbooks
excellent mid-life crisis novel
I read another great, serious, time travel novel
writing about depression
a touch of proust
how recently the Nobel Prize meant something
a sub-mediocre memoir
some thoughts on a novel you should probably read
a sad play from JB the master
great playful (tho violent!) contemporary Nigerian novel
acclaimed canadian steampunky slavery novel
some inevitably biased hagiography
i whinge about unexpected canadian expenses and read a solid novel
a lovely fucking novel
getting sad again in the bleak northern winter
it’s the most wonderful book of the year
in the relentless cold I seek escape
beautiful grown-up time travel
short post that took a month to not write
i found a book in the street
well i had a good year
who wouldn’t beg for a little more life?
an underwhelming but important read
Review by L. Tumbleweed Parker. CW: ableist language
a bit of African history and more white opinions on racism #facepalm #alwayspublish
a Wide Sargasso Sea for Lolita
chapbook review that turns into me recounting my entire relationship with sex
the bottle salves but doesn’t heal
good, serious, accessible poems
this is impressive, i am depressive
i read a book that’s aged badly and reflect on bad times
my past changes shape as my future brightens
so much depends upon triumphofthenow.com
in a world without books, why can everybody read???
a return to prose and a whine about violence
poetry review PLUS why I am now a poet
Great poems from an EU Prize winner; the peripatetic blogger continues to splinter