On Gilead
1 days ago
the prose moves so slowly and so deliberately, like ames himself, like a man who knows he has limited time and wants to get each sentence right
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On Gilead
1 days ago
the prose moves so slowly and so deliberately, like ames himself, like a man who knows he has limited time and wants to get each sentence right
On The Buried Giant
26 days ago
that ending with the boatman and the island — ishiguro leaves the question open just long enough to make it land with full weight
On Norwegian Wood
1 months ago
the way toru just drifts through tokyo, attending lectures he barely registers — murakami captures that particular kind of young loneliness so precisely
On The Bell Jar
1 months ago
plath's prose has this strange double quality — beautiful sentences describing genuinely terrible things, and somehow that tension makes both feel more real