Sam Kriss’s review of Dostoyevsky’s Demons is not perfect, but it embodies the sort of ambition and verve that inspires fellow essayists (and makes them a little jealous, if I am being honest).
Sophist. De-activist. Avid indoorsman.
Sophist. De-activist. Avid indoorsman.
Sam Kriss’s review of Dostoyevsky’s Demons is not perfect, but it embodies the sort of ambition and verve that inspires fellow essayists (and makes them a little jealous, if I am being honest).
Sophist. De-activist. Avid indoorsman. View more posts
There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity.