(Un-)Reading: Jordan Peterson’s 12 Rules For Life

Reading this book was a very disappointing experience. Reviews of 12 Rules For Life parade Peterson as a kind of intellectual prophet, and the blurb itself claims its author to provide, in the four hundred pages or so that make up the book’s unnecessary long run, “nuanced messages about personal responsibility”. The review that follows …

Reading All Of Faulkner: Soldiers’ Pay

I’ve had the idea for this challenge for a while now – have been, in fact, ready with most of the books purchased and shelved for the better part of a year – only I could never quite get started for two reasons: (1) I am lazy, and (2) I’ve read some Faulkner before and …

READING: The Master and Margarita, A Ridiculously Funny Novel From A Ridiculously Unfunny Time

So far the moral of the story seems to be: stop taking things too seriously, and be wary of giant cats. But I’m getting ahead of myself. After the pleasant if short-lived experience with Genki Kawamura’s If Cats Disappeared from the World, we fly out of Japan and come into Soviet Russia, coincidentally also involving …

Quarantine Journals: Reading Albert Camus’s “The Plague”

With Manila entering a rather militaristic community quarantine, I find my Saturday morning suddenly freed up. Naturally my first instinct is to pick up a book from my personal library and while away the hours perched on the bed with a hot cup of coffee. And to think we’re supposed to be in a state …

(Re-)Reading: Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

(Featured image: Murakami collage via 99designs.) I call it the Murakami reset: everytime my reading habit starts to slip (which since I moved from being college boy to corporate slave has become quite frequent) I do a cold reboot by reading something by Murakami (Haruki – though, I’m also a big fan of the other …

Reading on Planes, Confrontations with White Men

Lately I’ve come to appreciate the calm joy of reading aboard a flight. More-so when I realize that until July of last year I had hardly even stepped inside a plane in my life (technically a lie, as my mother has told me I’d flown before, though that was at an age early enough for …

Borgesian Flowcharts, Girls in Ticket Booths

A friend of mine recently (just last week, actually) questioned whether it was at all proper for me to be featuring queer characters center-stage in my fiction when I’m a hundred-eighty-degree straight myself. Those who’ve been around during my early starts at publishing know that my very first published story, How My Brother Leon Brought …