I can’t finish anything I start, and I’m always stressed about money. These two things are often disparate, but they intersect in the tumbling piles of books next to my bed and on my dresser and next to the toilet and on the coffee table and on my desk. Towers that signify money spent and things unfinished. I just bought volume 2 of Bitch Planet, a graphic novel that’s billed as ‘Margaret Atwood meets Inglorious Basterds’. It’s by Image Comics who also publish Saga, a series I got so instantly obsessed with, I started googling “saga + tattoos”. The results […]
Archives for June 2017
Progressive social discourse almost seems calculated to alienate lower class whites.
It feels good to read books set in or originating from the places you visit – the added depth creates something like immersion; an extra layer of understanding. This works in both directions – your understanding of the book is tied up forever with your experience of the city. In London, I read A Room of One’s Own. In it, Virginia Woolf describes London as being ‘like a machine. We were all being shot backwards and forwards on this plain foundation to make some pattern.’ Running the foot race that is the first week of a holiday, with its equal […]
At the slow-gaited end of summer’s day, I walk to the pond …
Coetzee’s is just the latest in a legion of representations of Christ.
Scented Memento by Kathryn Hummel
For the Animals, Michelle Hamadache talks to David Brooks
National Accounts by Fatima Measham
By the time mum pulls into the station, Levi is about ready to piss himself …
Co by Owen Bullock
Keeping Them Alive to Die at Home by Matthew Beard
I Saw the Devil in the Cane Fields by Shastra Deo