The field you are standing before seems to have the exact proportions of your own life. JOHN BERGER, […]
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“The fact is that an act can no more be reduced to what it is than can a […]
XY: Psst, XX. Hey. XX: Mhm? XY: I didn’t wake you, did I? I know it’s late but […]
‘This is a book that no one will like, not intellectuals, who aren’t interested in football, or football-lovers, […]
As insults go, an accusation of pretentiousness can sting more than most, attacking as it does the gap […]
The genres of apocalyptic thriller and noir have always nurtured the concept of loneliness. The former magnifies the […]
Robert Gibbons (Salem, MA, 1946) is one of the great secrets of contemporary US poetry. Based in Portland, […]
The story told by Three Pathways to Get Anywhere (Except When There is a Dead End) begins on […]
“I think just about everything David Shields writes is pretty much indispensable”, reads Bret Easton Ellis’ token gesture […]
– ‘I could stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue and shoot somebody, and I wouldn’t lose any […]
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