Edgar Allan Poe paints a lonely and muted landscape of horror. His stories aren’t supposed to thrive in chaos or miserable togetherness....

I insist you find your bearings in less intense writers before plunging into the mental construct that is the philosophy (or...

After reading a book like Quiet, I wonder, how do you become who you are? Becoming yourself is a process. It comprises of hours and hours...

Not a lot of people have read No Longer Human and not a lot of people will. It’s not a long book, at least not by its measure, but it...

This book remains too ephemeral. And yet it is profoundly infused with the feeling of living in (or with) the present. It’s a book that...

The writing of Borges is such that you’ll yearn for its intricacies, the diaphanous structures, and his fevered fictive inventions that...

In my journal this morning, I wrote a lot about the split between the Will of Self and the Will of Words. How the Will of Words speaks...

You can read Waiting for Godot as humanity’s most significant and unpretentious canon of what it means to live. We often fill in the gaps...