Black shack alley was definitely a longer read than my previous book Agostino, however, even in its sadness, I felt like the pages took me on a long immersive journey. There was no dramatic twists or anything shocking that would make my eyes pop out or do a double take while reading the text. The […]
Uncomfortable would be one way to describe how this book made me feel. Right off the bat, the taboo sexual undertones were impossible to ignore. Why do all roads lead to Freud??? The relationship between Agostino and his mother was especially confusing. One moment it felt like maternal concern, and the next I was questioning […]
I was aware from the start Ana Maria was dead and I assumed we’d be recounting her regrets and contentments. However, the approach by which Bombal decided to do so was something that threw me off guard. I should say it felt like each memory was so vividly intertwined that it painted a picture without […]
I wasn’t sure how to start this blog. I think I sat here staring at an empty screen, just gathering my thoughts for quite a while. I read Mad Toy by Roberto Arlt this morning, started my day early and immersed myself into the streets of Argentina. Reading the book was a breeze when it […]
First of all, I don’t think I’ve ever had to babysit a thought for more than a sentence, cause holy shit I think a sentence in Combray ran for a whole paragraph. I’ve never seen so many run-off sentences in one place without questioning if grammar was a suggestion at that point. HOWEVER, it lowkey […]
Hi hi hi. I’m Shreya, and this is me thinking out loud in real time. I’m a 4th-year Psychology major, and it’s my last semester here, which is exciting, terrifying, and makes my nervous system go a little haywire if I think about it for too long. But that’s a later-me problem. For now: WOOOOO […]
