Fear of Flying by Erica Jong
in early Jan I was quoted in the New Yorker and read a perfect novel
in early Jan I was quoted in the New Yorker and read a perfect novel
an excellent – near flawless – novel
an excellent novel; in footnotes my concluding thoughts on the TV series The Affair
interesting book of the legal history of removing literary censorship
read some great fiction for the first time in a while; still bored bored bored tho boohoo
part two of doris lessing’s sci-fi quintet
sleaze is not a synonym for prurience
can’t stop reading / can’t start doing anything else
baldwin, baldwin, baldwin
short stories about non-monogamous colonial types
descends into a rant about frottage
well, it’s a “classic” and now i’ve read it
big post on privilege, re-wilding, ageing; a phenomenal read
a comfort: Gardner’s ignorance of affluence shows he never got rich from these terrible books
great poetry, i whinge about lockdown innit
truly one of the greatest recent works of fiction
a surprisingly great short novel that might be hateful
great book of pomes
a real dirty french novel
an essential contemporary memoir
powerful novel that should be better known
some naughty naughty monks
Are you done with the sofa, floor, kitchen table, baby?
a very very very good big book on WAR
feeling sad so read a sad book on abortion
a great, new, collection of short poems about love ‘n’ sex
it’s good though it’s very optimistic
an early novel from a writer who’d get more exciting with age
rooney rooney
a good but simpler follow up to The Glorious Heresies
hubba hubba hubba
a great Japanese novel
a little bit of Vitamin D…
who is this for?
Thomas Mann, Thomas Mann, Thomas Mann, What A Very Thom Man
shellshock and amnesia and different kindsa love
why I owned but didn’t read this book for five years (anger, depression)
a book about modern love i.e. travel and drugs and sex with a horse
chapbook review that turns into me recounting my entire relationship with sex
love love love love love… and books
some inappropriate teenage nostalgia
it’s not love if u pretend they don’t shit
v good poems tho a v poor blog post
David Foster Wallace was a prick.
very booker prize winnery booker prize winner
a deluge of hand jobs and suicides cannot save this
love love love love love love love
simply the bestial
tell me again how bad i am


















































