COAL by Remi Graves
an excellent and significant chapbook of “poems and experiments”
an excellent and significant chapbook of “poems and experiments”
some notes on Notes Made While Falling, EXACTLY my kinda book
some life updates, some political commentary and a reflection on an unsubtle Arthur Miller play…
a spectacular sex memoir (the memoir is spectacular (and maybe the sex was too))
exceptional essay collection from an under-appreciated american
a surprisingly disappointing book about flaneuring about
it was a fine year, yes it was [in my personal life]
i thoroughly enjoyed this 1980s memoir about the halycon days of cruising (and sci-fi)
Janet Malcolm did it again one last time
dune to myself as i would dune to others
a solid and non hagiographic literary biography
an interesting – tho intentionally unemotive – biography of Big Jimmy B
a book about some of the worst people in the world
boooorrrrriiiiinnnggg
great memoir about youth and scouting
cracking under lockdown and stunning books
feeling sad so read a sad book on abortion
stunning essay on the ethics and impossibilities of biography
a sub-mediocre memoir
the eulogy I read at my grandmother’s funeral in 2014
bizarre note to self from 2010
near death experiences in a bad blog post
700 pages of Lowryian bliss…
ideologically, i’d love to tear this apart, but i cannot…
i read a book that’s aged badly and reflect on bad times
What does it mean to turn life into art?
Finally, a book about race that makes me angry at myself
An important new novel about sexual assault. Long post.
A book that describes itself as “Ian Fleming meets Rimbaud”
If Gregor Hens can give up smoking, I can give up booze.
this is not a test, it’s a memoir
Off the booze (again), I enjoy a book but despair of life.
He always writes while others talk
The ‘Godfather of Rap’ offers a rose-tinted memoir.
Very Colonial travel writing from author of The Painted Veil
Fantastic Mr Fox is an ode to adventure capitalism. My life is an ode to wine.
A beautiful book about a horrible thing.
The life and memories of Walt Whitman, focusing on war and nature.
In America alone, 281 pounds of pig shit is produced for every one person per year. I don’t know if that’s a lot as I don’t know what a pound is.
Living in the city is bad for the soul
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