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Turns out Broch's 'nihilist' is just a disaster capitalist.

The passage of time has not borne out Dr. [Charles L.] Dana's promising idea that the neural circuitry involved in political initiative is located in the upper half of the spinal core.

And your words /
Faces reversed from the light /
Holding in their entrails.

You were like acid on my limestone, unaware of how hardened I was. My sense of self had begun to disintegrate, and so I had to flee. Still, you know nothing of how it transformed me, nor do you realize how I altered your destiny.

Sure hope this doesn't stick-in-the-bicycle-spokes its pacing with lore dumping the entire way through.

Ableist horsefuck of a title, but any (critically analyzed) port in a storm.

You were wasted on your village boy.

Someone on the GR staff lost their shit and combined editions of a lesbian pulp fiction work with Woolf's 'The Common Reader'. While it's certainly one way of alerting an unknowing reader to the author's personal history, it's really pathetic to see, considering how much Amazon has fucked with the user base's ability to publicly comment on the site's UI choices.

This is downright harrowing, but that's the point.

The irony of reading this as a librarian, but hey, what can you do.

"Such a shame to leave. This is a rebellion that brings me joy to see," Mossi said.
"Until the slaves see they would rather the bondage they know than the freedom they do not," I said.
"Remind me to pick this fight with you another time," he said.

Might overload on disturbation a tad between this and the Marlon James, but life is short.

I'm glad I waited till all the influencer shills got their mewling and puking out of the way before starting this, because this has been very rewarding thus far.

We offered a map to people who were trying to overcome a deep, private frustration.

Of all the terrible features of your form, shame is the worst.

A man must know the name of the man on whom he is taking revenge, or he runs the risk of attacking a god.

By day they were absorbed by Renaissance poetry and the life of the English department; by night they slept with men who crossed Shattuck Avenue on a twenty-four-hour visa.

I haven't touched Atwood since 2015, and what lately brought her to my attention was her comment on that awful business with Munro. We'll see how this goes.

'"Have you ever wondered why in the last century all the great metropolises hastened to build subways?"
"To solve traffic problems?"
"Before there were automobiles, when there were only horse-drawn carriages?["]
Said like a true oil-igarch.

His face looked harsh and grim, as thought it had absorbed some of the raw darkness of this November dawn.

In the middle of the gas chamber, the engineers had laid a small table with hors-d'oeuvres and wine.

"If this machine gave you the truth immediately, you would not recognize it, because your heart would not have been purified by the long quest." Me with AI tbh.

He began collecting together his belongings — a tommy-gun and a canvas bag full of hand-grenades. He handled objects very carefully, as though he were somehow afraid of hurting them. He never swore and he addressed nearly everyone in the polite form of the second person.
'You're not a Baptist, are you?' old Polyakov once asked this man who had killed a hundred and ten people.

NYRB Classics is currently offering a sale on 24 queer works. The fact that I've either read or already own with the intention to read eight of them is strangely reassuring.

I really can't take seriously the reading opinions of anyone who hasn't read, in their unabridged entirety, Proust's "In Search of Lost Time" and a minimum of three of the Classic Chinese Novels. (Note: This is a joke, but it does feel good at times to be able to mentally whip this out whenever I see someone being especially dramatic about, I don't know. A romcom?)

Don't you know there's nowhere to walk anymore unless you're walking to somewhere?

Sigh. These sneakily abridged (censored?) editions are going to be the death of me. Six pages, but still.

Apparently I have over 2300 entirely unaccounted for books floating around my library. Goodreads, are you ok?

Due to GR being such caustic filth about utilizing the review box before logging a finished date, putting the info in a status: Reprint of ISBN 0393310329

This would be a pretty good book if Dostoevsky could cool it with the sanctimonious bitching for two fucking seconds.