and you were gone like a fist when you open your hand
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if th'i am with you always til the age's end
it's you and me handsome
only love as i have loved you'
and you were gone like a fist when you open your hand
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if the love and passion is not as all consuming as this then i don't want it. anyway, thank you, anthony oliveira, for writing the book that feeds my favorite jesus christ headcanon: That jesus was so incredibly loving and fruity. loving a god who is doomed to die is its own hell, huh....more
Living in a society is hell!!!!!!! Living in a society as a women is hell-er!!!! Did I want to put this book down many times because the ennui and desLiving in a society is hell!!!!!!! Living in a society as a women is hell-er!!!! Did I want to put this book down many times because the ennui and despair hit too close to home? Yes. Did I finish it in 2 days? Also yes....more
I think I would have finished sooner if the book's torpor didn't then influence my own experience reading the novel. It's one of those things that couI think I would have finished sooner if the book's torpor didn't then influence my own experience reading the novel. It's one of those things that could have been more interesting given Margot's congenital analgesia but it went too far in portraying numbness. I'm also very tired of the glorification of White Languor. Boring. Anyway-- ...more
With his signature wit and acute observations, Taylor again elevates the humdrum of quotidian life to remarkable literary fiction. Here he introduces With his signature wit and acute observations, Taylor again elevates the humdrum of quotidian life to remarkable literary fiction. Here he introduces a group of friends and peers whose lives are deeply connected in various ways. His exquisite prose not only conveys the characters' intense longing, tension, and desire as they go through a year of self-discovery. It also draws you into the group's intimacy in ways that feel almost intrusive--as well as absolutely enthralling. ...more
God, I really started this in January and went through starting and stopping phases, huh? My little brain was having trouble with theory, I suppose. RGod, I really started this in January and went through starting and stopping phases, huh? My little brain was having trouble with theory, I suppose. Reading this book went by so much more smoothly after reading a novel which was, at its most basic level, about two men telling each other stories.
In other news, I need to stop thinking of writing about books in terms of how I will present it as a staff pick. Writing this review and examining how I /feel/ about it is such a challenge because of my constant self scrutiny. In short: auffhsjdnannsam. I can’t write this review, I’m too conscious of how I will be perceived gootbye...more
In Sasha Fletcher's Brooklyn, the world is hurtling toward its imminent doom — or has it always been? The end times seem to go on forever in this BrooIn Sasha Fletcher's Brooklyn, the world is hurtling toward its imminent doom — or has it always been? The end times seem to go on forever in this Brooklyn, where daily life is underscored by constant foreboding and a distinct sense of doom. Despite the madness of the world, humanity carries on as usual. At the center of this story are Sam and Eleanor, a perfectly normal couple whose love feels like a beacon of light in the chaotic world that Fletcher describes. The absurdity and tragedy of living in the present collide brilliantly with an audacious sort of hope and joy that feel vulnerable and radical in the face of something so all-consuming. Fletcher's debut is exquisite and big-hearted, showcasing his an acute sensitivity to the world and all its possibilities. ...more
