A curmudgeon writes.
So hey, remember how this year I was going to be more measured about getting my reviews written up and out into the world (or this creaking edifice, at least)? And how I was going to make it easy for myself and everyone?
Allow me to borrow a quote from David Mamet’s screenplay for Ronin.
So what could have been concluded in a collegiable atmosphere is now fucked into cocked hat.
Yep, it’s another post featuring 20 reviews. Buckle up.
Continue reading “Book reviews: a buttload”As I continually reiterate, the plan here is that every five books I read, I review. Here. In a relatively timely manner.
Naturally, I’m behind because a) I’m disorganised and b) it’s December and my be doing with 2025 energy levels are surprisingly low.
All of this is to say here’s another load of reviews. Some will be shorter than usual, purely because of the number I have to push through. Let’s get on with it, boyeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Continue reading “Book review: my procrastination, your delectation”
Yeah nah. 