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Bloom In The Street (1921)



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Bloom In The StreetJames Joyce – Ulysses (1922)

Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liver slices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods’ roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.


The Metamorphosis (1915)


The Metamorphosis (German: Die Verwandlung) is a short novel by Franz Kafka, first published in 1915. It is often cited as one of the seminal works of fiction of the 20th century and is widely studied in colleges and universities across the western world. The story begins with a traveling salesman, Gregor Samsa, waking to find himself transformed into a monstrous insect-like creature.

Endlessly dissected, ripped apart, its guts laid out on a slab, sewn back together, reconstructed, reinterpreted, misunderstood, misinterpreted, parodied, plagiarized, overanalyzed, and sadly sometimes underappreciated. Kafka’s The Metamorphosis is one of those jumping off points for modern literature, a key touchstone where so many good writers found inspiration in his work and studied it like a textbook on great writing.

But what is the metamorphosis? A dark fantasy about a man who wakes up one day to find himself transformed into a vile insect-like creature? Or an absurdist tale of a schizophrenic who believes he’s been turned into a human-sized beetle, terrorizing his family with his decrepit mental state? Kafka left that open for us to decide, even asking his original publisher to remove any imagery involving an insect off the cover.

“The insect itself is not to be drawn. It is not even to be seen from a distance.”

The first edition cover (you can find it on Wikipedia: The Metamorphosis, is not a definitive statement on the story either. Is it the afflicted Gregor Samsa we see or his unnerved father fleeing from the sight of the creature in his son’s room? As it was written in German, Kafka never definitively stated what Gregor had become. The term he used, in what has now become one of the more famous opening lines in literature, to describe Gregor’s transformation was “ungeheueres Ungeziefer,” which literally means “unclean animal not suitable for sacrifice.” This has been translated (and mistranslated) as “gigantic insect” in some cases, but in later years, more translators have settled on “monstrous vermin,” as this seems to suit Kafka’s vague intent much better.

In its construction, The Metamorphosis is flawless. Kafka upends the entire structure of modern storytelling, giving us the climax first, never explaining the possible source for Gregor’s affliction. Instead, Kafka leaves us in the dénouement, showing us the ugly effects of Gregor’s transformation on his too dependent family, who must now care for this unwanted monstrosity. As the tables are turned, the family shuns Gregor, locking him away. We then see Gregor move in two opposing directions — becoming more louse-like in his basic behavior (such as eating garbage), but also more human in his fantasies (and sudden appreciation of music). It is this complex contrast that makes Gregor seem more human to us, thus playing into Kafka’s slippery reality that confuses as much as illuminates.

The Dark Matter By Olly Olsen


I finished reading the dark matter on monday afternoon, It took me two attempts to scan the words within. If you haven’t already got a copy of this book on route click the link at the bottom of the post and Get Involved, You’re eyes and mind won’t be disappointed.

Cover By Robert Hutchinson

A story of a dysfunctional relationship set against an overwhelmingly mundane background. The city is all powerful in its neon lit omnipresence. Both man and woman are oppressed by the triviality of life, a relationship divided by modern world distractions and thinking, two people cohabiting the same space while simultaneously entirely unaware of each others true existence. A mental journey of thoughts and cross thought processes. The Dark Matter is about searching for a reason to exist in a unforgiving and unrewarding world. It’s a tale of obsession, madness, anarchist politics, wigga fashion and an insatiable lust for Custard Creams.

– NoMeatBalls –

‘Postal strikes, adverse weather, damages in transit, theft and exotic animal attacks are all dangers to the package. I’m a veritable nervous wreck.

Sam is obsessive, overweight, disconnected and living in his own nightmare world, a world which doesn’t appear to include Millie. The Dark Matter is a doomed relationship story involving biscuits.

Purchase The Dark Matter Here or Contact Olly

The Curse Of Lono (1983)


The Curse of Lono is to Hawaii what Fear and Loathing was to Las Vegas: the crazy tales of a journalist’s coverage of a news event that ends up being a wild ride to the dark side of Americana. Originally published in 1983, Curse features all of the zany, hallucinogenic wordplay and feral artwork for which the Hunter S. Thompson/Ralph Steadman duo have become known and loved. This curious book, considered an oddity among Hunter’s oeuvre, has been long out of print, prompting collectors to search high and low for an original copy. Resurrected by TASCHEN in a bigger size with splendid, full-color illustrations and a foreword by Sean Penn, The Curse of Lono is now available in a special 1000-copy edition, numbered and hand-signed by Thompson and Steadman.

– Savage Henry: The Curse Of Lono –

For those humans out there who enjoy absorbing the twisted collaborations between hunter s Thompson and Ralph Steadman but have some how failed to locate a hard copy of The Curse Of Lono. Have no fear, i have happened upon a digital version of the entire book, follow the link below to view this hawaiian nightmare in all its glory, Including all the original illustrations by the master of twisted ink, Mr Ralph Steadman.


“That Dirty Little Swine’s Trying To Drop Out!!”

  Savage Henry: I never knew Ralph had drawn the shape of my skull.

“Hmmm – This Is No Place For A Working Journalist!”