I read the very poetic The Buried Giant, by Kazuo Ishiguro, a few months ago, and only recently realised a few interesting things about it. Continue reading
It’s the right time for another cultural history. The only kind worth reading. Continue reading
I have spent the past fortnight obsessively listening to Frances the Mute, the 2003 release by critically confusing band The Mars Volta. Continue reading
Many people complain that they often have nothing to ‘write about;’ in fact, I encounter the excuse often enough that it’s become white noise.
Robert Darnton’s The Great Cat Massacre is not exactly what it sounds like. Continue reading