latest installment
modernism's masculine subjects, by some chick
darkness visible, by william styron
my name is red, by orhan pamuk
whoa. i don't think anyone actually reads this but me, so i forget to check for comments.
they are books, possibly sarcastic person. the first one was not so fun, i can't get into feminist theory for some reason, not even when it relates to art history. the middle one is a personal account of depression by a famous author, which i read because depression has been affecting me personally more these days, and it was... good? interesting? edifying?
the third one was well written, but i didn't enjoy it as much as another book by the same author: snow
there you have it, in case you ever come back to check.
Are those books, or a haiku?