Illness as Metaphor and AIDS and its Metaphors by Susan Sontag
I’ve been ignoring my depressive relapse by studying AIDS
I’ve been ignoring my depressive relapse by studying AIDS
rooney rooney
some inevitably biased hagiography
a lovely fucking novel
when did a white man last write a GREAT novel?
an underwhelming but important read
a big novel that’s surprisingly worthwhile
a little bit of Vitamin D…
three split narratives, one of which confused me…
accidentally read a book by a nazi
David Foster Wallace was a prick.
A beautiful novel for an ugly world.
Budden on Budden
Sean Preston chats Open Pen.
Imagine if the songs in Rocky Horror were shit
Sophie Hopesmith reads from her novel Another Justified Sinner, published 2017 by Dead Ink Books.
What does it mean to turn life into art?
Three writers and a publisher discuss work in translation
Shakespeare ‘n’ Sabbath
A new episode, a new place: Sheffield
live by the river
Nikolaidis, Li, Frears on Place
home of the lo-fi magazine web series
I get angry and confused because I’m repressed and have elitist interests
Off the booze (again), I enjoy a book but despair of life.
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.
Can I write about writing about race without discussing race? No.
A bald head looks like the tip of an erect penis without the external urethral meatus.
A beautiful book about a horrible thing.
David bloody Foster bloody Wallace…
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.
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Visiting the Llyn Peninsula in North Wales.
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I’m an abyss filling up with regret and alcohol at equal measure, like a really wet martini.
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