Capitalist Realism by Mark Fisher
without a call to violence, this is fantasy
without a call to violence, this is fantasy
If, like me, you’re a wanky middle class type who swans around with people who read books FOR FUN, thenContinue Reading
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All Men Must Die, innit?
The life and memories of Walt Whitman, focusing on war and nature.
Morris is a dream-weaving Corbynista, whose acknowledgement of a sad truth mis-sees it as a solvable problem.
Love is not the preserve of the randy, love is not just something that happens with pants off or about to be off…
What is the point of literature? What is the point of life? Karl Ove Knausgaard, author of the hugely acclaimed MyContinue Reading
The intellectual and emotional vigour with which I’ve approached What is Art? by Leo Tolstoy has left me bawling in the street,Continue Reading
This is a late novella of Tolstoy’s, and one famous for espousing a narrative rooted in his late-life, anti-sexuality, opinions.Continue Reading
As many of you may have noticed, after the UK recently democratically elected a right-wing government, I shaved off myContinue Reading
Iris Murdoch is one of the handful of writers who I return to with regular irregularity. Like Graham Greene, VirginiaContinue Reading
I decided to read another one of the tiny little Penguin Classics. This one, How To Use Your Enemies byContinue Reading
Jean-Paul Sartre is another one of those hip, nihilistic-type novelists than whiney, depressive young men read in-between bouts of binge-drinkingContinue Reading
The Chairs Are Where The People Go is a strange book, and a highly-acclaimed one. It’s semi-written by Sheila Heti, authorContinue Reading
I’m writing this in the beautiful Spanish Pyrenees, having spent a day doing little more than reading Proust and lookingContinue Reading
I’ve never read much philosophy. Technically JUST Mary Wollstonecraft’s Vindication of the Rights of Woman. So, for me, reading Friedrich Nietzsche’sContinue Reading
I’ve somehow gotten into a reading-in-translation rut. I’m going to snap out of, particularly after reading Voltaire’s tiresome and OLD Candide. IContinue Reading