Itâs surprising to me how many Marxists with a hard-nosed, anti-humanistic, âscientificâ temperament are into Gillian Rose, who wrote very elliptically, and wrote not only about Marxism but also about love and faith and so on
Tuning my guitar is the phenomenologically strangest experience of my everyday life. I hear the slight differences between pitches and my brain registers them as somehow visual, tactile, and emotive all at once.
About halfway through Buddenbrooks and itâs not speaking to me very much. I was hoping for basically a novel-length Tonio Kröger, but so far I find hardly any of the existential depth from Mannâs short stories, just lots of discussions about finances etc. Should I keep going?
When people talk about greatest novels of all time, there seems to be a major bias towards very long realist novels and then just a handful of canonised modernist books