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Anti-Oedipus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia (French: Capitalisme et schizophrénie. L'anti-Œdipe) is a 1972 book by French …
Ugh, I kinda lost track of what was going on. Gotta reset :(
At twenty-nine Valancy had never been in love, and it seemed romance had passed her …
A beautiful romance novel set in turn-of-the-century rural Canada. The plot is by our modern standards a bit too cliche and relies on a twist almost everyone will see coming from a mile away; however, the prose by itself is admirable and worth reading. Perfectly chaste, too. The most lewd thing anyone says is a comment about the main character's ankles, which is described later as "superannuated gallantry." I love this little novel fiercely and without a shred of embarrassment or hesitation.
The beatings will continue until morale improves.
The last two or three chapters were painful to read. Irigaray has some good criticism of Hegel here and there but the antidotes proposed are more poisonous than the venom.
I knew it was going to be TERF-adjacent going in. I’d read articles from her students (some of them trans) defending her as misread, that I should read “at least two” genders where Irigaray says “two”… but this reading can’t be sustained. Not with any credulity. It breaks, shatters in a way that can’t be patched and glued back together into a more perfect unity, as in kintsugi.
A disappointment.
A story that focuses on the loneliness and suffering of the protagonist, Harry Haller, who …
Back on Hesse, looking for inspiration.
Every math book should have a “Special Tricks” chapter.
All the Pretty Horses is a novel by American author Cormac McCarthy published by Alfred …
Content warning All the Pretty Horses spoilers, profanity
I was having a good ol' time until that fucking dumbass Blevins showed back up.
Need to brush up on my Chebyshev interpolation skills again.
A breathtaking joyride through the solar system several centuries hence, a world of marching cities, ubiquitous public-key encryption, people who …
A breathtaking joyride through the solar system several centuries hence, a world of marching cities, …
Just as good as I remembered. Next: I finally read the sequels. Hope they hold up.
Definitely a distillation of a certain moment in European history. Genet’s semi-autobiographical, semi-mythical account of his travels is entertaining, sometimes poignant, and often melancholy. Really more of a disconnected anthology of anecdotes. He claims to write heroic prose, but the mode is less Dorian and more Mixolydian.
Impossibly horny, disturbing and refreshingly honest all at the same time. The past is a foreign country.
The Thief’s Journal is background reading for Glas.
Y: The Last Man meets The Girl With All the Gifts in Gretchen Felker-Martin's Manhunt, …
Content warning minor spoilers for Manhunt
The premise: a virus that turns men into ravaging fast zombies—takes a while to get used to before belief can be suspended. But once it is, we’re off to the races. If you like a good reversed Xanatos Gambit, this book is for you.
It is graphic as fuck. Gory. Perhaps to excess. But you know, so is The Handmaid’s Tale—another apt comparison, as both Atwood and Felker-Martin are in the business of writing speculative fiction that has already happened. And the violence and allegory is in service of the truth.
I didn’t particularly like Fran and Beth but Indi and Robbie, Martinez and the rest of the supporting cast really elevated this book from the snide revenge porn it could have easily devolved into. Sophie is so grotesquely real it is unnerving, eerie.
TERFs and “LGB alliance” types should take note how fascism breeds little pockets of resistance from the inside and if they think Teach’s last, hysterical rambling is a viable solution, they’re deluding themselves. But they’re used to that, so….
Y: The Last Man meets The Girl With All the Gifts in Gretchen Felker-Martin's Manhunt, …
Interesting choice of bedtime reading. Comparisons to Y: The Last Man are apt but undersell how raw this book is.