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You and Your Profile: Identity After Authenticity by Hans-Georg Moeller, Paul J. D'Ambrosio
The observations presented here gives a lot to ruminate on, most especially, the expression of identity through different modes such as sincerity which demands a true commitment to roles, authenticity which requires distinguishing the self, and profilicity which is presented as an avenue for curating a reputation for one's self.
More fascinating ideas explored are the dismantling of the ideation of a core self independent of outside influence, and the stance that the only way to avoid falling prey to the insanity of identity is divesting an overcommitment to it.
More fascinating ideas explored are the dismantling of the ideation of a core self independent of outside influence, and the stance that the only way to avoid falling prey to the insanity of identity is divesting an overcommitment to it.
The Space Between Worlds by Micaiah Johnson
5.0
One of the best dystopian sci-fi I've ever come across, whatever preconceived notions I had getting into to this were shattered. Really amazing work from Micaiah. Fervent exploration of themes on survival, class, and the relationship between privilege and moral responsibility abound to give this novel it's captivating appeal.
Self-Reliance and Other Essays by Ralph Waldo Emerson
5.0
I very much enjoyed reading this—deeply engaging and thought provoking.
Though I'm not wholly in agreement with everything, this is a masterclass on every single topic he touches upon.
I'm left feeling lighter having encountered this book.
His prose is the ethereal, transcendental, ineffable, intimidating—starkly articulated and surmounted.
Though I'm not wholly in agreement with everything, this is a masterclass on every single topic he touches upon.
I'm left feeling lighter having encountered this book.
His prose is the ethereal, transcendental, ineffable, intimidating—starkly articulated and surmounted.
Antiquity by Hanna Johansson
5.0
"As I followed the contours of Olga’s face my hands were red."
I compulsively devoured this all in a day. A testament to the adeptly suffocating portrait of macabre desire, transcendence and perverted innocence achieved by Johansson and Josefsson.
Highly impressive that this is a debut work, I'm looking forward to seeing what Johansson does next.
I compulsively devoured this all in a day. A testament to the adeptly suffocating portrait of macabre desire, transcendence and perverted innocence achieved by Johansson and Josefsson.
Highly impressive that this is a debut work, I'm looking forward to seeing what Johansson does next.
She Called Me Woman: Nigeria's Queer Women Speak by Aisha Salau, Chitra Nagarajan, Azeenarh Mohammed
5.0
An exceptionally insightful look into the life experiences of LGBTQ women in Nigeria, their obstacles, encounters with abuse, dreams, hopes and journey to self realization.
Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
5.0
I can't recall having read a book that has left me this distressed; it took me on a vacillating and disconcerting ride of emotions. I feel so brutalized.
Spellbindingly captured in delicate prose yet devastating in its impact.
Spellbindingly captured in delicate prose yet devastating in its impact.
The Adult by Bronwyn Fischer
Fischer writes in a way that draws you in, notably—although not consistent, her detailing of sensations. There's a universality to the way she captures them.
An impressively written description of the emergent uncertainties of early adulthood; its concomitant loneliness and feeling of otherness alongside the affectations laden with our conception of maturity.
An impressively written description of the emergent uncertainties of early adulthood; its concomitant loneliness and feeling of otherness alongside the affectations laden with our conception of maturity.
The Dawn of Yangchen by F.C. Yee
Disappointed to see the much insisted upon notoriety of Yangchen's era amount to what I've read here when nothing in the entirety of this book supports that image.
She's treated as more of vessel of her past lives than an actualized Avatar—carving a distinct path of her own, or even progressively moving towards it.
Shame that it kept up building up to a climax it couldn't deliver.
She's treated as more of vessel of her past lives than an actualized Avatar—carving a distinct path of her own, or even progressively moving towards it.
Shame that it kept up building up to a climax it couldn't deliver.
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard
adventurous
reflective
fast-paced
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
5.0
"You don’t understand the humiliation of it —to be tricked out of the single assumption which makes our existence viable—that somebody is watching...."
In Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead, Tom Stoppard, conceives a striking absurdist pastiche replete with mistaken/conflated identities, constant forgetting leading to endless repetition, the futile search for purpose and meaning, dreaded fate,a encroaching inevitable end, diction positing philosophical assertions as dialogue, meandering conversations. And conclusively, the overarching motifs of conflict arising over the collision of rationality with an irrational world, and the cogent intimation of existence as performance; one in which we fawn for the approval of some divinity—trusting that we're living up to some grander purpose, only to arrive at the somber realization that no one has been watching all along, that we have been marooned to the machinations of an inexplicable natural order.
With these, what he's achieved is a unforgettable foray into the human condition, that doesn't get maudlin, leaving you with more questions than answers—with much to chew over, but ultimately edifying.
In Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead, Tom Stoppard, conceives a striking absurdist pastiche replete with mistaken/conflated identities, constant forgetting leading to endless repetition, the futile search for purpose and meaning, dreaded fate,a encroaching inevitable end, diction positing philosophical assertions as dialogue, meandering conversations. And conclusively, the overarching motifs of conflict arising over the collision of rationality with an irrational world, and the cogent intimation of existence as performance; one in which we fawn for the approval of some divinity—trusting that we're living up to some grander purpose, only to arrive at the somber realization that no one has been watching all along, that we have been marooned to the machinations of an inexplicable natural order.
With these, what he's achieved is a unforgettable foray into the human condition, that doesn't get maudlin, leaving you with more questions than answers—with much to chew over, but ultimately edifying.