An ideological offspring to Less Than Zero
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An ideological offspring to Less Than Zero
This review is dedicated to the memory of my dear friend Isaac Kirkman.
Not quite what I expected of the sequel to Rabbits in the Garden
The terrors of Max Booth feel utterly personal and unavoidable.
I would bet on Charlene Elsby in a fistfight against Sylvia Plath
The (not so) sympathetic curmudgeon Dave Wakeland is handing a righteous ass-kicking to idealists.
Lucas Mangum is your favourite author's favourite author.
A book on punk rock history that isn't really about punk rock.
A non-preachy cyberpunk novel about body dysmorphia? Sign me up.
What if I told you Stella Maris is even better than The Passenger?
Yes, it was absolutely worth waiting sixteen years for.
David James Keaton is Nick Hornby's long-lost evil, gaslighting brother.
You will not be entertained, but you won't be able to forget it.
An atypical cyberpunk novel about the impossibility of the present.
A wonderful journey into this existential fraud we all call adulthood.
Danger Slater makes dadaism (and mid-century monster movies) cool again.
Less Than Zero withstands the test of time and so does Bret Easton Ellis.
The memory of David Foster Wallace is fading, but his talent is still unsurpassed.
Smart, lean and creative, like its author.
I lived vicariously through Avery Norton's dark coming-of-age.
