The balm of bleakness. As a depressive for most of my adult life, none of the ruminations and observations herein were particularly illuminating for me. Admittedly, the chapter on the illusion of the "Self" was bursting with fresh revelations that had never occurred to me with any clarity. Especi...
This is intimidating, how do I even begin? Late last year I was completely blown away by "Teatro Grottesco," in fact I thought it was the best collection of short stories I read all year. This book is almost as good, which means to say it's pretty damn incredible. I really can't think of a sin...