The Chain Gangsters was an absolute banger. Best i've read from anyone recently.
As far as Bryan goes, you're right about whatever it is he's doing there. It's pretty great. But i have to say, and this is entirely subjective, i shut down when i see poetry. Can't do it. Don't like it. Don't get it. Yes, it's a personal weakness on my part, i know. Sorry (not sorry).
I guess I’m not doing his writing justice (which is what I feared). It’s often poetic, but not “poetry”. Deep insights on the spiritual war, on history, on the American character and destiny. It’s way more than I am capable of decribing.
You did a fine job of revealing this new wonderful author. I liked what i saw. But that particular entry had some poetry interspersed within. NBD bro. It’s just me. No worries.
Completely agree on The Chain Gangsters. It was hearty like a good meal that you still think about a week later. And everything read since is thin gruel in comparison.
It’s funny how it came across your Substack it was in notes restacked by John And I had recently had a cat go missing never to be found.
I thought no shit, poor zippy he was young. I believe he went out there and got his ass kicked and died from his injuries,. He was blind in one eye at six months old he got attacked by dogs and he had a hole in his upper pallet.
I had found him in the engine compartment of my mother-in-law‘s car, which I was supposed to drive that morning to do some maintenance but I procrastinated anyway, I love that cat and his energy.
I agree with you that Brian's writing is astounding in its uniqueness, beauty, and introspection. It feels oddly, revelatory. I read The Ghost Outside first. I will read Vandals at the Golden Gate next. I too like to savor good writing. Sunday was a good day to read.
Brian's writing reminds me of your writing, your description of the odd experiences you have had with strangers, your essay on stochastic resonance, the thinning of the veil. His writing also reminded me of Kingsnorth's Stumbling Toward Bethlehem.
The Chain Gangsters was an absolute banger. Best i've read from anyone recently.
As far as Bryan goes, you're right about whatever it is he's doing there. It's pretty great. But i have to say, and this is entirely subjective, i shut down when i see poetry. Can't do it. Don't like it. Don't get it. Yes, it's a personal weakness on my part, i know. Sorry (not sorry).
I guess I’m not doing his writing justice (which is what I feared). It’s often poetic, but not “poetry”. Deep insights on the spiritual war, on history, on the American character and destiny. It’s way more than I am capable of decribing.
You did a fine job of revealing this new wonderful author. I liked what i saw. But that particular entry had some poetry interspersed within. NBD bro. It’s just me. No worries.
Completely agree on The Chain Gangsters. It was hearty like a good meal that you still think about a week later. And everything read since is thin gruel in comparison.
Whole-hearted agreement on The Chain Gangsters.
Damn man. Just... Damn.
It’s funny how it came across your Substack it was in notes restacked by John And I had recently had a cat go missing never to be found.
I thought no shit, poor zippy he was young. I believe he went out there and got his ass kicked and died from his injuries,. He was blind in one eye at six months old he got attacked by dogs and he had a hole in his upper pallet.
I had found him in the engine compartment of my mother-in-law‘s car, which I was supposed to drive that morning to do some maintenance but I procrastinated anyway, I love that cat and his energy.
He used all of his nine lives rather quickly.
I agree with you that Brian's writing is astounding in its uniqueness, beauty, and introspection. It feels oddly, revelatory. I read The Ghost Outside first. I will read Vandals at the Golden Gate next. I too like to savor good writing. Sunday was a good day to read.
Brian's writing reminds me of your writing, your description of the odd experiences you have had with strangers, your essay on stochastic resonance, the thinning of the veil. His writing also reminded me of Kingsnorth's Stumbling Toward Bethlehem.