Trauma??? of intent??? or something like that by Anthony Burgess 
not a witty pastiche so much as a dull echo
not a witty pastiche so much as a dull echo
i read another book i probably wouldn’t read if i had self-respect
on ian flemming, jackie kerouac, karlo knausgaard
sleaze is not a synonym for prurience
a comfort: Gardner’s ignorance of affluence shows he never got rich from these terrible books
a pointless read, wasting time
i shouldn’t have read this, but I did
Can I love Hemingway’s writing but hate Hemingway?
A book that describes itself as “Ian Fleming meets Rimbaud”
He always writes while others talk
Another book of poetry from up-and-coming indie publisher Morbid Books.
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