Some time ago, I watched a wonderful video by Vox, on the success of Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird. The video explained how the novel’s success was made possible by the invention and spread of paperback books. Winning the Pulitzer Prize in 1961, To Kill a Mockingbird was at the pinnacle of the “paperback […]Read more "Ode to the physical format"
I’ve just climbed up from a pile of office work, to write a few unrequested lines about one of my favourite novels. Please, don’t expect anything ambitious. When I first read Maurice by E.M. Forster, I was seventeen years old. I produced a sloppy little review for La Chambre Ardente, a journalistic project kept by […]Read more "Dedicated to better times"
I’m gaining weight like mad. I’ll be epistemologically irresponsible, and say that 50% of it is muscle and 50% of it is the consequence of my succulent breakfasts (which consist of about a litter of coffee and, certainly, a whole package of XXXTentaciones cookies). From the pedestal of my corporate job, my twelve Twitter followers, […]Read more "How to Save your Life"
One of my favourite works of literary analysis is the first page and a half of Mikhail Epstein’s “Good-bye to Objects, or the Nabokovian in Nabokov”. Epstein begins by proposing the study of literature, not under the common categories related more to structure than to content, but in search of traits of a worldview, aesthetic […]Read more "Mr. Nabokov, sweeten my ear!"
[The following is yet another edited transcript of a self-recorded ethylic midnight rant. I’ve tried to preserve some of its oral, long-winded qualities. I hope you enjoy it.] Let me take a while to think along with you, regarding fiction and politics. Some of my more general statements could apply to all forms of political […]Read more "Notes on Political Fiction"
I stand by my window, trembling in my clothes, in the streets, a grinning drunkard babbles, and, well, I go along. I know the song he’s singing, yes, I know it from my childhood. The night is long, but it’s never long enough. There is no helping what’s inside. In this twenty-year-long slope– Twenty years […]Read more "“So long, the night”"
I’m a freelance writer: Until a while ago, that meant that, every once in a while, I met someone who happened to be running an online magazine, I talked to them about some odd libertarian theory of mine, and then they paid me an almost symbolic sum, in exchange for the article. We discussed it […]Read more "The little death of the freelance writer"