What I Iz Reading.

(Sarah Kane)

Well, being the bereft social retard I am, I often find solace in the comfort of books. And a certain book has recently caught my attention, namely in Anton Chekov's a Collection of short stories. After the advice from an acclaimed writer to "go back the classics" I found that discovering classics that were genuinely enjoyable was is bit like wading through feces to find a diamond, except the feces had long Russian names, which were often quoted by faux intelligent hipsters (i.e me).

The Bronte family are well versed, but fecking boring, unless love stories with no sex and with rapey disjointed men sends your heart racing. "On The Road" by Jack Kerouac, is interesting at best, plot-less at worst, drugs are cool, i get it, now fuck off back to San Fransisco.

But in Chekov, I found beauty and form in the prose, the judgement of rich and poor and a seemingly apathetic view of the relationships, forcing a empathetic emotional connection to his work. While reading the story beggar, I saw parallels with Sarah Kane's play 4.49 psychosis and the so called "In ya FAAACEE" nineties period of theatre, informing the ignorant that raw emotion are not solely emitted from the working youth, but are apparently a class wide phenomenon.

P.S John Updike is the world's, best perv, read his shit, who ever thought suburban middle class bonking could be so jokes.