After reading Joseph Zobel’s Black Shack Alley, I admit that I feel quite… devastated? Not in a dramatic, bawling-my-eyes-out kind of way, but in a slow, kind of lingering sadness that has stuck with me even now. Don’t get me wrong, the novel is easy to read on the surface. The prose is clear, and […]
I quite miss the days of reading a book and not worrying that the main character is going to perform some questionable acts in the name of being unhealthily attached or attracted to his mother. But alas, here we go again. I don’t think Agostino is meant to be a comfortable read, and I fear […]
Luisa Maria Bombal’s The Shrouded Woman feels like the kind of book that sneaks up on you. In the same fashion as Proust, nothing explodes and no dramatic plot twist comes and sweeps you off of your feet. Instead, a woman lies dead, wrapped in white, and only finally does she get to tell the […]
My decision to read Mad Toy this week was entirely based on the (perhaps naive) assumption that it might take me back to reading The Outsiders in my eighth-grade English class, when I first crushed on Ponyboy Curtis and learned that teenage rebellion often comes from a lonely, poetic place. I was hoping for that […]
I would be lying if I said that picking up Swann’s Way wasn’t a daunting act, one requiring an immense commitment of attention and patience, coupled with silent confusion. Proust’s writing, known for its expansive sentences, intricate reflections, and a kind of obsessive nostalgia, was hardly near the top of my TBR list. And yet, […]
Hello RMST 202! My name is Maysen and I’m currently in my last semester here at UBC, finishing a degree in Psychology — though it remains to be seen whether I will actually find myself working in that field or if I will pursue other interests in my post-grad life. Outside of my academic life, […]
