An Introduction

"Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; its surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace."      -Roberto Bolano


The past few years I've been watching movies less and less. Both new and old. The older brother to this blog, Between the Reels, has become a mere info dump for end of the year best ofs and top 100 updates. In a post titled Best of 2018 Pt. 1, I layed out the reasons why. It's 2019 and content is readily available to stream and beam into your laptop screens. Where is there even time to make in order to read book?

The excitement of literature and reading in general is its vastness in so many directions. The near impossible learning curve that is so steep, I will die mostly ignorant. There are no 'experts' on any subject. To admit that one would have to admit there is a ceiling to knowledge on a particular topic. Of all the art forms, it is the most isolated. Thus allowing a more personal subjectivity to be attached to each reading experience. There's a discipline in both the writing and reading of a book that I find facinating.

This isn't to say film or music is below books. From a personal experience, the books I've read in the past few years far outweigh many of the new movies I've seen. Chalk it up to neglecting one art form over another. Charlie Kaufman recently said that the novel was the purest form of expression because it offers complete creative control. Who wouldn't want to be a part of that?

This blog will be a place for reviews, author spotlights, lists (of course!), and the occasional short story.








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