A pitiful showing after last months many many books. There are instead just a few including and limited to:
Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare, who is a massive sexist.
The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx and Freidrich Engels, who taught me that if you want your theories to become the most important political philosophy of the 20th-Century the trick is to come up with really memorable metaphors.
Titus Andronicus by William Shakespeare, who is a massive racist.
Tom Jones by Henry Fielding, whose chapter titles are funnier than most modern rom-coms.
Falling Man by Don DeLillo, who doesn’t seem to know anyone except weirdos and scary children.
Novel Without A Name by Duong Thu Huong, who writes the most poignant story of cow molestation I’ve ever read.
The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien, who made me so unsure what truth even is.
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