The Snow of the Admiral
Masculine melancholy is pretty bleak. It likes it that way.
Masculine melancholy is pretty bleak. It likes it that way.
“Life attacks us like a blind beast.” – Álvaro Mutis. Melancholy is sly.
This is less a review than a memoir. I’ve read V.S. Naipaul’s A House for Mr. Biswas at least twice
The local Indian band has a problem with their new condo-casino complex. There’s a dead guy.
The storytelling in The Witching Hour is long-winded and suffers because of it.
You wonder what it is. It lacks geography, has the substance of dream,