Books & Stuff
The Brothers Karamazov is many things; a romantic drama, a portrait of an important cultural period, and even a murder mystery. But to me, it is first and foremost an exploration of the problem of evil and the paradox of meaning and hope in a world full of suffering.
The Girls was an interesting read. I wasn’t sure what to expect going into it; I knew that it was loosely based on the Manson cult and I was interested in it because the psychology of cults really intrigues me, and I also really enjoy reading about the hippie era.
I have always found it interesting that people are so drawn to macabre stories of human evil– why do we like shows like Law and Order or binge true crime podcasts?
The more C.S. Lewis I read, the more baffled I am that he is regarded as one of the best Christian apologists. Honestly, the best part of this book was that it was short, and the audiobook was read by one of those audiobook narrators with the smooth British voices.
Fight Club is one of those famous books I hadn’t yet read but felt immense pressure to read due to its seemingly universal presence in pop culture.
I had been procrastinating reading this book for a while, because I was honestly too scared to read it.
When I was reading this book I just kept thinking about the thought that comes into my head sometimes, about how I can just tell that my life is not going to amount to anything all that interesting or happy.
How will the world end? Nuclear war? (thanks Putin) Alien invasion? (Fermi paradox until it’s not) or…. smallpox outbreak from a bioweapons experiment gone wrong?
There was a time not so long ago when I would have deeply related to this book.
This book was gloriously pretentious, and I loved it.
We’ve all had an existential crisis at least once in our lives.
Usually whenever I remember my dreams they are simultaneously vague and vivid, always somewhat disturbing but with the unmistakable tinge of real life.
This entire book reads like a weird fever dream.
Picture this: you’ve been instantaneously transported into 19th century Russia, in the slums of St. Petersburg.
When I was a kid, I wasn’t allowed to watch Nickelodeon or Disney Channel. So I missed out on what is seemingly an otherwise shared experience of 90s-early 2000s kids– but for that, perhaps, I should be grateful.
For most of my life, eating meat was the most normal thing in the world.
I recently moved into my college dorm to start my freshman year (which is, partly, why I have been so inactive online recently) and in my explorations of the campus I have discovered that the library is especially intriguing.
This was kind of a weird book but nevertheless it was interesting.
There’s a lot to unpack in this book.
I spend a lot of time thinking about death.
Frappes and Fiction 