One of the reasons I love the McSweeney’s Quarterly Concerns series so much is the constant reinvention of their presentation. Each edition is like a mini work of art; they can arrive in boxes, or strung together with rubber bands, concealing puzzling random extras like combs and sealed letters to unknown entities. Of course, from […]
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Christ. The last place on earth that needs a whole heap of shiny televisions is a bloody bookshop. Not the ideal way to get people to turn off the t.v. and read, is it?
From Maud Newton, an amateur dramatisation of a scene from one of my favourite novels, The Secret History by Donna Tartt. Someday this film will be made and it will be the best adaptation of a novel ever witnessed. Well one can hope. For now, some nerdy Dutch kids earnestly running around a forest. No […]
I seem to have been born hard-wired with a certain proclivity for – how shall I put it – “obsessional” behaviour. Not with people in a creepy Stalkerlite Fashion or at least not unless they are fucking amazing. I mean in more of a “I need to know everything about this obscure random topic NOW” […]