On the Glorious Alex Garland

Like many readers of a certain disposition, I love Alex Garland. The fact that he is responsible for a stunningly high percentage of my nightmares does not make me love him less, but more. I have just re-read The Beach. I vividly remember the first time I read it, as a skinny teenager who hungContinue reading “On the Glorious Alex Garland”

The Immortal Genius of Facebook Groups: from Ian McEwan to John Locke (the bald badass on “Lost,” that is)

Far too many serious writers treat the Internet with bemused detachment. They are missing out. They are especially missing out wherein Facebook groups are concerned. Thank God they have a… uh, non-serious writer such as myself to set them straight. Consider, for example the title of the latest group I joined on Facebook: “In aContinue reading “The Immortal Genius of Facebook Groups: from Ian McEwan to John Locke (the bald badass on “Lost,” that is)”