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Why We Fight by Antelope Hill *

Big Oof Oh dear. I feel like I’m Betraying the Cause in writing this (similar to airing the family’s dirty laundry in public). Which is nonsense: the king is served by the truth, or however the saying goes, and a harsh but honest critique is worth its weight in the choicest flattery. Nonetheless the feeling…

The Prevention of Literature by George Orwell *****

In our age, the idea of intellectual liberty is under attack from two directions. On the one side are its theoretical enemies, the apologists of totalitarianism, and on the other its immediate, practical enemies, monopoly and bureaucracy. Any writer or journalist who wants to retain his integrity finds himself thwarted by the general drift of…

Highlights from Zinky Boys

At the hospital I watched a Russian girl put a teddy bear on an Afghan boy’s bed. He picked up the toy with his teeth and played with it, smiling. He had no arms. ‘Your Russians shot him,’ his mother told me through the interpreter. ‘Do you have kids? A boy or a girl?’ I…

Sex Words for Writers

Wanting a word for a willy that doesn’t sound silly? A period appropriate term for a climax? Struggling to come up with yet another synonym for thrust? Wondering what your Victorian rake would call his lady love’s feminine features or how she would have described his dangling masculine participles? This may be the post for…

Brokeback Mountain sort-of Close Reading

yet he is suffused with a sense of pleasure because Jack Twist was in his dream Holy fuck did I not know what I was in for when I started reading this. And reading this after having finished the whole thing–the fact that for the rest of his life what he’s living for is these…

Hamlet’s Father by Orson Scott Card **

This is as much a rant as review. Don’t read it if you are easily triggered. You have been warned. I heard about Hamlet’s Father because of the controversy surrounding it, and I decided to read it for myself to see what all the fuss was about. Verdict: not much, in my opinion. But I’ll…


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