I have mentioned before that this year has felt a bit lacklustre in terms of reading, writing, and well...life in general. The pandemic induced ‘reset’ has worn off; I have decluttered, re-prioritized, and found new intent – but now the very same restrictive conditions which helped with the mental shift, seem like a holding cell.... Continue Reading →
Books: “Most Secret” by Nevil Shute
A WWII story of the sea, intrigue and revenge. This particular novel of Shute’s is one I categorize as “masculine fiction.” If feminist writing is of a woman’s sentiment (of being a woman) and of the woman’s body, the maleist writer offers neither. Rather than expound their souls, these literary characters of the masculine fiction... Continue Reading →