A collection of thoughts after re-reading The Goldfinch (transcribed from marginalia): Theo’s mother dies on April 10th. April 10th is the 100th day of the year. I think Donna Tartt hides herself in her male characters. “I was very taken with the idea that a person might notice in passing some bewitching stranger and remember […]Read more "Transcribed from Marginalia: The Goldfinch"
January was spent grief-stricken from the death of my Grandfather. The rest of my family amassed on the other side of the world to celebrate his life; every morning was peppered with updates from my siblings, parents, cousins, aunts, and uncles. I wanted to be home with them. But I wasn’t. I was at work. […]Read more "My Year (in books)"
The world is quiet here, in this wee corner of the internet, but not because I’ve stopped writing. Sometimes a blog feels like shouting into the void, especially because platforms such as wordpress or blogger don’t cultivate a sense of community as places like instagram or twitter do. So although I love my blog, I […]Read more "Recently"
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"
I went ‘wild’ camping in the Scottish Highlands and it was nothing like camping in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. It was a tall order, thinking I could wild camp for ten days in the Scottish Highlands. I’ve been camping before – as a child, with friends, or at festivals – but I’ve never been […]Read more "Muggles go Wild Camping"
A Field Guide to Getting Lost by Rebecca Solnit (a much anticipated reread, and because getting lost is the whole point) City on Fire by Garth Risk Hallberg (big enough to last me days) Attrib by Eley Williams (short stories for short tempers) Ariel by Sylvia Plath (a little poetry goes a long way) Crow by […]Read more "A Reading List for Wild Camping in The Scottish Highlands"
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"