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snake women and the men who love them.
or dying men recount that time they almost got married but broke the woman's heart and now he pays for it
this is a very strange book so far, definitely a different vibe than I expected from this genre but I can still see the influences it had.
(specialized nerd moment: the creative team behind Magic The Gathering obviously were fans, there are lot of similar names..ELSPETH)

Time for some good, freaky fun.

I must be a masochist.

Clearly Mr. Shapiro is a genius, writing just the sort of inflammatory, poorly edited, bias confirming drivel that would appeal to brain dead conservatives is what got him rich.

The citations drop off, the snarky attitude is on the rise, and the gross generalizations are a flyin. This is what I signed up for Mr. Shapiro. Not that I don't disagree with a lot of what he says. Look at HBO's programming, it's all shit, except for Veep. (And I really wanna like Barry, but I caannnn't).

I already feel Mr. Shapiro has said all he could say on this issue but there are like 300 pages left. I don't know what to expect.

What time is it? Shapiro time. What time is it? Shapiro time. What time is it? Shapiro time. What time is it? Shapiro time. What time is it? Shapiro time. What time is it? Shapiro time. What time is it? Shapiro time. What time is it? Shapiro time. What time is it? Shapiro time. What time is it? Shapiro time. What time is it? Shapiro time. What time is it? Shapiro time. What time is it? Shapiro time. What time is it?

Great book, the emotional complexity, the depth of the characters and their interactions is all high quality writing. One just wishes for more explosions or for someone to go apeshit (and not emotionally like Louis).
Rhoda confirmed best girl "None had the courage to be one thing rather than another. What dissolution of the soul you demanded in order to get through one day..."

The ladies in the book all seem so diverse, but I am having trouble keeping Louis/Bernard separate.

This novel requires you to take a leap of faith with it, but sure enough it's unfurling like a beautiful tapestry. Damn Woolf writes beautiful, but not meretricious prose.

Alright, Virginia, I want less mousey uncertain female painters and more crazy matrons residing over uncomfortable dinner scenes.

Wow Italy, get yer shit together

I feel like I am learning a lot of interesting bits of trivia here but the general trend seems to be this : marriages only get you so far and if your kids are lame, your kingdom or duchy are gonna have a bad time. If you tolerate a Jewish population, your kingdom or duchy are gonna have a bad time. If you piss off the church, or do not appeal to the church enough, your kingdom or duchy is gonna have a bad time.

This is fairly interesting and engaging, when it has every right to be fucking boring. This guy is up there with Gibbon so far

done with the kingdoms of rabbits, now onto the kingdoms of man. ALSO 60 books done now, halfway to my goal of 120 sheeeit I may even hit 200

How come nobody told me how dope this book about rabbits was? Fuckin El-ahrairah and shit with a thousand enemies stealing your carrots, playing you for a fuckin simp, banging mad does, trifling with that bad black mufucka of Inlé like it ain't no thing. Fiver having convulsive prophecies like Caeser, but leaves it to his boy Hazel to call the shots. And the the B-Boys, Bigwig, Bluebell, and Blackberry, RESPECT.

Optical migraines are weird. And not conducive towards reading.

I gotta say this is the most intriguing, entrancing, beautiful, and enjoyable work about rabbits I have ever read. Peter Rabbit is an eldery hobo's moist shit infested undies in comparison.

I don't want to read a book written by a guy who can't write talk about junky trannys and greasers having a party. Time for rabbits!

Ugh. Terrible. To the trash it goes

I don't think I've read anything grim in a while. Time for a change.

Seems pretty far out. Hit me with your best shot outdated science!

There is a weird, fastidious type of humor that only the British seem to be able to pull off, shoving Victorian era mores into our all too blinding modern light. I am reminded of the hilarious Mitchell and Webb sketch about Queen Victoria complaining that Linden trees smell like cum.
This is such a book that practices that humor.

for fucking real I am starting to get scared of weaponized incels, and the internet culture that does nothing but support them in their pathetic sad beliefs that sex = success and have no sense of self worth yet find themselves fit to determine they can take others lives. they right now rank up there as the saddest, most deplorable people on earth and should really be euthanized. it stopped being funny

just more wonderful, bizarre, dreamlike, symbolic, hard to follow nonsense.

I really really got a kick out of "Snow White" and I am fascinated by the premise of this novel. Even if that fails to deliver I know that by the end of this book I'll have about 20 new words in my vocabulary that I'll never get to use without looking like a mentally ill person

are you saying the ego is an illusion and isn't an illusion, Mr. Baggini? WHERE IS IT? STOP WITH YOUR WORD GAMES AND TELL ME WHERE IT HIDES SO I CAN MURDER DEATH KILL IT!

Serious doubts arose when it started off with trannies ffs, but quickly righted itself and I didn't have to drop it. After a few chapters on where the self could be, instead now it's getting to the area more pertinent to my interests. where the go lives and can we kill it?

My current war against myself, the state, and authority continues with this book which I hope will provide me with further information to help me destroy the greatest of nemesis THE EGO