I didn’t realise until the last page was turned, but the second time I read Hanya Yanagihara’s A Little Life was exactly two years after the first. And two years ago, once finished with the tome of a novel, I swore I would never read it again. Despite loving it, it was too harrowing to read again. […]Read more "On rereading A Little Life"
Reading T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land is synonymous with literary snobbery, especially if one claims to understand the entire thing. As I’ve written before, and as I will most likely be writing for for years to come, The Waste Land fucks me up, strips back everything I thought I knew about reading and writing and forces me to […]Read more "I learnt The Tarot so I could become a better reader"
A few weeks back I contributed a curation of reads for Bibliofeed – the wonderful Instagram based book club of readers and writers alike. One of my selections was T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land. About it I wrote this: I love this poem because it is so epic and because it is so confusing. It is so […]Read more "The Waste Land and Literary Meltdowns"