I consider myself an avid watcher of Game of Thrones. But it wasn’t until I finished watching season 3 and the horror that was the Red Wedding that I also became an avid reader of it.
It’s a fascinating look at the place of sin and sanctity from the 4th century AD to today, and an immensely skilful piece of poetry.
If there is a governing consciousness for these stories it is minimalism; not a stylish, pretentious minimalism, but a sort of solid, solemnly beautiful West-Coast brusqueness.
Two very smart, witty books which will help ease you into the semester.
The Great Gatsby is one of the few books I enjoyed more on the second, third, fourth, reading. I think it’s basically perfect. Which is why I’m worried about the forthcoming film.
Sci-fi is cool, guys, and if you’re thinking about getting into it you could do worse than Isaac Asimov’s Foundation trilogy.
She goes beyond the interesting but dry world of social criticism and feminism to a laugh-out-loud, incredibly relatable, and important read for women. And men too.
Marías’ latest is a delight and a revelation, concurrently tugging at your heartstrings and engaging your grey matter.
If you can get into it, Tropic of Skorpeo is fun. There’s some fighting, some kidnapping, two thwarted weddings, a love plot, and at one point Rhameo does go to sleep inside a giant vagina on a planet called Pornotopia.