Welcome to the Grab Bag, friend!

My hope for this project is that, if for no one other than my own self, this can be a place of discussion and creative community (yes, I will talk to myself if need be). Whether you be a weaver of fantastical worlds, a spellbinding lyricist, or even just a human who enjoys reading and discussing the product of other humans’ catharsis, all are welcome to pitch in.

I will be posting my reviews and experiences with various bundles of words: novels, short stories, poems, songs… you name it, I aim to read it. I would absolutely love to get into some interesting conversations with fellow logophiles. Also, to that end, I would LOVE to receive recommendations from anyone who has any favorite works they’ve stumbled upon.

As a child, I held a love and devotion for Edgar Allan Poe so fierce it concerned both my parents and teachers alike. Nowadays, I tend to gravitate toward mid-20th century authors: Ray Bradbury, George Orwell, Aldous Huxley, basically any author you were forced to read in basic introductory lit classes. I had my first experience with such authors and their works my sophomore year of high school in an English class centered around worldviews. It was both one of the most informational and transformational experiences of my life. I often reflect upon that class as a turning point in my growth as a human. That was the first time in my life I viewed literature as a scope through which to see the world, a means of understanding others beliefs, a road map for the human condition evident throughout social and political patterns in history. Works of literature that stand the test of time don’t just do so simply because they’re “good.” No. Works of literature that stand the test of time do so because they contain elements of truth that resonate with the masses, generation to generation. They possess the truly astounding ability to connect with something so intimate, so innate in humans of all sorts. That is what those authors taught me, and part of why they have a special place in my heart.

(Steps down off soapbox)

Moving on. As much as I love to read, my greatest and most enduring passion has always been writing. I’ve generally kept the more, for lack of a better term, artistic works of mine to myself. I have no problem spouting out my thoughts in prose for hours on end, but the increasing feeling of vulnerability that accompanies deeper levels of creativity is just plain daunting. Depending on how adventurous I feel, I may throw some original works up on here to get feedback and bounce ideas around. We’ll see.

Anyhow, I’m currently reading a novel I’ve long had my eye on, A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess. While it has been, at junctures, a tad difficult to stomach, I have found that no matter how twisted things get I simply can’t put it down. I’m hoping to be finished with it within the next week, depending on my classes. School’s important kids.

A Clockwork Orange posting soon to come!