Three Books About Books By Bookish Lads
on ian flemming, jackie kerouac, karlo knausgaard
on ian flemming, jackie kerouac, karlo knausgaard
hide the dfw; notes on craft & posthumous novels
David Foster Wallace was a prick.
David bloody Foster bloody Wallace…
I read the first volume of Preacher about a year ago, and really enjoyed its brash ridiculousness. This second volumeContinue Reading
After reading his Infinite Jest last Summer, I’ve been consistently disappointed by the further fiction I’ve perused by the postmodernContinue Reading
As I’ve mentioned on here many, many, many, many, many times, Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace* is one of theContinue Reading
Having managed to twist two of the last three reviews I posted on here into David Foster Wallace hagiographies, IContinue Reading
Someone told me about eighteen months ago that I should be careful. That when people pass the mid-point of theirContinue Reading
Donna Tartt’s The Goldfinch is huge. It is a massive, time-consuming tome that, though it is fun and exciting and gripping,Continue Reading
I’m exhausted. I’m tired. And the fucking Christmas party season still isn’t over yet. Accompanying my frantic essay work, rampantContinue Reading
Wow. Fuck a diddle wank, David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest (1996) is a full blown literary compendium of joy. Deeply philosophical,Continue Reading
Now, being pedantic w/r/t* geography, Marrakech is in CENTRAL Morocco. But it’s further south of everywhere bar the desert IContinue Reading
I’m pretty certain, as I write this on the minibus back to Marrakech, that I have sand inside my anus.Continue Reading
Over the last few days I have made a series of unforgivable travel booboos. Yesterday I nearly gave myself heatstroke,Continue Reading
I’ve tried recreation, Reading until late at night, train rides And romance. from ‘Worsening Situation’ by John Ashbery As IContinue Reading
Right. I am finally taking my own titular advice to heart and heading off for a little bit of living.Continue Reading