What is Art? by Leo Tolstoy
The intellectual and emotional vigour with which I’ve approached What is Art? by Leo Tolstoy has left me bawling in the street,Continue Reading
The intellectual and emotional vigour with which I’ve approached What is Art? by Leo Tolstoy has left me bawling in the street,Continue Reading
This is going to be short, because Book of Blues by Jack Kerouac is shit. I’m sat in Munich airport,Continue Reading
Last Summer, whilst twatpacking* around the Mediterranean, Tunisair lost my backpack between Casablanca and Tunis. Though it contained nothing ofContinue Reading
Without a shadow of a doubt, Big Sur is the best book by Jack Kerouac I have ever read. It wasContinue Reading