Three Books About Books By Bookish Lads
on ian flemming, jackie kerouac, karlo knausgaard
on ian flemming, jackie kerouac, karlo knausgaard
distracting the self with heady genre fiction
endings are never easy
a deluge of hand jobs and suicides cannot save this
We need to talk about how you wouldn’t get a literary novelist called Kevin in England
Once I was young and unafraid.
A charming, quirky, book tainted by middle aged white male bullshit.
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