It’s frowned upon in book circles to push your own (forthcoming) book because everyone in literature is chronically self-deprecating (they also apologise when retweeting praise). I’m lucky enough to have avoided such an affliction. Expect softbois, hard truths, and a rigorous retelling of every time I’ve been punched or fingered.
recommending this book to people is largely impossible so I'm grateful to have this platform lol Vulture called it "the first great incel novel" but it's more than that. It's about shame and avoidance in the internet age and the extremes we reach when we suppress our desires. I was thinking about this book for weeks afterwards and it really fucked me up
(in a good way)
A diagnosis of the contemporary male malise. I just started, but I like to post in case someone is is/wants to read it along me, I’ll come back when I’m done with my review!
been reading tropic of cancer by henry miller and it's him traipsing around paris being horny and a writer and poor and it's so good. i love when men talk about things
Ottolenghi doesn’t call it slab cake, it has some French-adjacent name with an accent on the e, but it’s basically lightly gelatined fruit embedded in a cement of almond sponge. It’s important to me that the slab has squared edges because circular cakes are for sissies (I don’t make the rules). I would happily sell a kidney for regular access to squares of slab cake, but not both kidneys.