Tyler

damn I didn’t know Virgil rolled like that

An enervated wreck at 18, I was casting about for an answer to sorry convictions and an assurance of boyish entitlements when I should have been reading this. I’m not ashamed, and neither should you be. I’m often asking myself where Le Guin has been all my life

Being another 20 years removed from the last sanctioned visit to Hav, my standard grief at putting down a masterpiece is here accompanied by despair over the seeming loss of the city-state altogether. Hav’s allegories have before our eyes bent further into maze-like opacity, evangelism, and zealous capital pursuit. I’m crying into my sea urchin soup rn, and I plan to cope by combing actual travelogues until I find one as illuminative (eagerly beginning with Jan Morris, herself)

The Mathemagician from The Phantom Tollbooth has been real quiet since this dropped

The ultimate “Wells for Boys” novel

Wasn't sure why this needed a comic adaptation until....gorgeous. Brief yet somehow superior to the texts by which it's inspired

Defeated E.T. voice: “Ethan Frome home.”

Ale-stuporous, autoerotique Efflorescence.

Gothickally depressive and Westeringly manic, maniatropick Detectors a-jangle.

Blinking in Exhaustion by now chronick, bursting into tears inconsolable.

Encyclopedistick, perhaps even Masonick.

Never mind when,— shall it end?

Blood Meridian and the Iliad both sport 24 chapters…how curious. Grateful that I powered through this, though far from unscathed. Will necessitate another reading to properly judge the earth and learn the steps of its dance

I've never been so quickly hooked. Since the intro bade me consider the preconceptions and even physicality involved with embarking on a read, my consciousness re: the act of reading has exploded. Now I can’t help but adjourn from the commotion of the bus and give everything of myself to the tomes toted in my lap. Or perhaps the substance of the stuff is made in those moments where my gaze wanders?…sometimes both or neither

Anyway, this is mildly philosophical but so playful. How could I call its narratives a gimmick when Calvino is often anticipating and eluding my exact attitudes?

Nearly perfect but for hard and unfocused male gaze (unless you’re among those readers privately seeking this, too). I expect anyone who reads any fiction for any reason would find some resonance here

The film adaptation would be much improved if Harrison Ford wore a lead codpiece

I never forfeit an opportunity to whip out my Strunk in earnest

The haters just feeling crabby

Highly interpretable xenophobia aside, gotta laugh at how well-written this is compared to any of Lovecraft's works

Maybe this misses the point but I perform boko-maru on the reg

The Terrifying True Story of how my middle school English teacher incited my first panic attack

So astonishingly great that I can't believe I hadn't heard of it. Bless whichever airport was the straw that broke Le Guin's back and compelled her to dream up this relatively short & simple ethnographic wonder of concepts and cultures. It strikes me like an anti-capitalist, post-humanist, post-structuralist Phantom Tollbooth. Not to mention pretty pictures!!

I anticipated that Moore's takes on Lovecraft would examine the seriously messed up fiction, but I'm intrigued by how Moore explores the fucked up writer himself. This discourse is the comic's winning element, and I hope for more from Moore's Providence.There's much to contemplate re: the role of extreme sexual violence—as a reaction to Lovecraft's repression, it's perhaps a little over-corrective? To me, the character response in the final issue is at once a liberating conclusion and a troublesome head-scratcher