Badger

mostly gross. did make me do some thinking about the meat industry, but maybe a little ham fisted? not sure what to think

oof. description fails to do it justice. one of the most visceral accounts of anxiety and depression i have read.

A novel that flourishes in its scarcity. Both in plot and in the style of the prose. The questions heap up and little, if anything, is answered. We are forced to imagine what a world would be like without men - but only after men (we presume) have destroyed all that we have known.

I loved the way this story forced me to reckon with absurdity. The narrator is, in some ways, an caricature of ourselves: one who knowns little to nothing of the world, who has provided no reasons for their existence or any other, but who is bound to the great Us.

There is great hope here, despite how bleak things seem, despite the certainty that nothing will be found. A hope that is resigned, reticent, tenacious, moving.

super existential and weird. i loved it

eh. ending really did not pay off.

a lovely, heartbreaking, novel approach to grief.

recommended by my brother, a break in my usual form. a crime novel that pulls no punches. writing style is stripped and dry, adding to the cold atmosphere of it all. engaging. perhaps i’ll check out another of his books.