The God of Small Things

The friend who gifted me this book described it as her second or third favourite book. She had found a copy of it in one of those street libraries – the kind where you swap one book for another - and picked it up for me hoping that I would read it and write a … Continue reading The God of Small Things

J R: A Humble Cello Piece

None of William Gaddis’s books continue to be published in Australia. I had to order my copies of J R and The Recognitions from the US, ironically paying a premium for these pieces of art because, I suppose, that’s what America’s all about. It is truly tragic that Gaddis, arguably the person responsible for kickstarting … Continue reading J R: A Humble Cello Piece

Siddhartha and the Quest for Subjective Experience

Recently I have found myself embroiled in the concept of subjective experience and its importance in generating true understanding about particular concepts. The human experience is a particularly challenging idea to convey to another person; it is often challenging to the point of being impossible, a limit which we can asymptotically approach but have no … Continue reading Siddhartha and the Quest for Subjective Experience

The Outsider (The Stranger) by Albert Camus

My close friend, Arend, gave me a copy of this novella for my 20th birthday. It was the Penguin Classics translation by Sandra Smith. It’s a very short read with a succinct, dense story told from a first person perspective of a man by the name of Mersault. Every thought within the novella is as … Continue reading The Outsider (The Stranger) by Albert Camus

Out of Ireland; getting to know Robert Devereux

Out of Ireland is a novel by Christopher Koch; it is a diary of an Irish political prisoner, Robert Devereux, and the story of his exile in 1849 to Van Diemen’s Land penal colony for the incitement of violent revolution in Ireland. I chose to read this book purely for the reason that it was on … Continue reading Out of Ireland; getting to know Robert Devereux

Infinite Jest, my thoughts

Just last week, I finished reading David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest. Infinite Jest is a book whose reputation preceded it, at least for me. As year 11 double major English students, my teacher, Mr. Bibbens, assigned us the novel to study for a whole semester, under the expectation that we didn’t have to finish it. This is an … Continue reading Infinite Jest, my thoughts