Open Water by Caleb Azumah Nelson
an excellent novel; in footnotes my concluding thoughts on the TV series The Affair
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Three Books About Books By Bookish Lads
on ian flemming, jackie kerouac, karlo knausgaard
Fictionalising Fascism
don’t be stupid, be a smarty / read fiction ’bout the nazi party
The Violet Hour by Katie Roiphe
All Men Must Die, innit?
Radar Road: The Best of On Impulse by Nath Jones
A short story collection, and my first experience of an eBook.
Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer
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.
The Open Pen Anthology (edited by Sean Preston)
Open Pen is a free literary magazine that publishes new writing. It is distributed in various bookshops both within (andContinue Reading
The Trip to Echo Spring by Olivia Laing
I’m an abyss filling up with regret and alcohol at equal measure, like a really wet martini.
The Mysteries of Pittsburgh by Michael Chabon
Where is Pittsburgh? At any point while I read this novel, I could’ve looked it up. I didn’t, and I’mContinue Reading
You Could Do Something Amazing With Your Life [You Are Raoul Moat] by Andrew Hankinson
My new puppy hasn’t been very well. I’ve spent the day taking him to the vets and watching him sleep,Continue Reading
What is Art? by Leo Tolstoy
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
A Brief History of Seven Killings by Marlon James
This is the 300th book review I have posted on this blog*, and it seems appropriate that its focus is aContinue Reading
Sex: The Summer of Hard by Joe Casey and Piotr Kowalski
Again, I am too caffeinated to concentrate, too buzzed up to stop typing for more than the fifteen minutes orContinue Reading
Byron Easy by Jude Cook
Byron Easy by Jude Cook is the least enjoyable book I’ve read in ages, and the first one I haveContinue Reading
Generation X by Douglas Coupland
Well, err… this was nothing like I expected. I LOVED, when I was younger, the brash 80s decadencia* of writersContinue Reading
On The Stage
I had not been in front of an audience, on a stage, for several years until this week. Then, fromContinue Reading
State of the Nation
Nothing interests me on The Mall. And only the pelicans do in St James’s Park. But I like walking, passing,Continue Reading
Triumph Of The Now 