3: Fifty-One Jokers and an Ace
Dear Eurydice, Continue reading
Haruki Murikami’s Dance Dance Dance has one of the best first pages I have read, but I’m still going to give it away.
The novel opens as follows: Continue reading
Every time a woman responds to something I have written on this blog relating to feminism, she claims she can’t understand it [see ‘Why I do Not Call Myself a Feminist]. I think Sam’s comment, however, is the most astute and insightful I have received here. I wanted to feature it as a post in its own right – because of its perspicacity, but also because I guess I need to talk about the grinding of this particular axe. Continue reading