To Paradise by Hanya Yanagihara
we cannot equate hope with idiocy and expect to ever be happy
we cannot equate hope with idiocy and expect to ever be happy
breathtaking book on death
great essay on the end of the world in film & lit
a powerful quebecois novel about grief
my domestic holiday begins with unexpected news; Lawrence eviscerates Xianity
on ethics and our species’ lack of them
still in a genre rut i can’t escape
powerful stuff on racism, colonialism and botched governmental attempts to move on
very little on the book, lots of rage at the slow quietening of June’s global protest movement
reading the best of books in the worst of times
was almost sectioned today; read a book that was difficult but perfect
poetry by a then dying, now dead, young poet
a boxset of ten powerful chapbooks
lovely object with an essay on more than three things
welsh poetry, often wonderful, sometimes dry
the eulogy I read at my grandmother’s funeral in 2014
who wouldn’t beg for a little more life?
death, dying, dead
near death experiences in a bad blog post
my thoughts on literature and class
it’s my 30th birthday
why I owned but didn’t read this book for five years (anger, depression)
sad man scotty writes about being sad
the speech i read at my grandfather’s funeral
A beautiful novel for an ugly world.
Digression-free review of some new literary fiction
Off the booze (again), I enjoy a book but despair of life.
Max Porter Works In Publishing
an accurate depiction of the lust and boredom that threatens to overwhelm all of us who aren’t pious, delusional, fuckheads
Another book of poetry from up-and-coming indie publisher Morbid Books.
All Men Must Die, innit?
A beautiful book about a horrible thing.
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