in the modern era, all authors think they're the ultimate geniuses for making people in existential struggles whine and badger each other. william hope hodgson, in a stroke of wisdom rarely seen, instead has his people collaborate, and fight muck men from the sargassum continent

so this mf writes basically Affirmation Tomes for me and this is no exception. skip the audiobook tho, dude sounds like a mutant strain of ben shapiro

i love le guin and she goes IN on some shid in here, but its always a bummer to read a collection of someones thoughts from the same type of publication from the same decade span of time, because they do tend to repeat themselves. the points she makes are brilliant and shes perfect, but read over a longer spam, and savor it

too dour to be interesting

the subgenre of Nonfiction Pre-20th Century Oceanic Tragedies does, has, and will always fuck

someone lied to me about the ending and imo that rips ass to do. everyone do that

im led to believe he was getting paid by the word