I'm an avid fan of his newsletter Welcome to Hell World, the title of which ought to give you a sense of the perspective, tone, and general outlook. I don't exactly know how I got into it but I've spent quite a lot of time reading him, it's become a part of my semi-weekly routine for a few years now. I even pay for it, cuz I'm all about supporting independent media-- now more than ever, kids!-- even it's a certain kind of left wing depressing which sometimes moves me and sometimes outrages me and sometimes just makes me sad in a "dust in the wind" kind of way.
More than a few of these were included in WTHW already so it was an unexpected pleasure to have that little click of realization that I've read them before. I like the lack of punctuation. The writing can be a little on the precious side, a little mannered and sort of self-consciously emo in a certain way, but it works. It sounds like a person talking, though I don't think I've heard his actual voice I still feel like I have.
The shit connects, man, I don't quite know how to explain it. There's a real vulnerability here which can easily be on the maudlin side not to say the nihilistic side-- I mean, nothing matters anyway and we're always one hour closer to death and the news is just carnage and atrocity 24/7 and we're all complicit in it in some way or another and there's no fucking hope because the bad guys always tend to be the ones in control and so on.
But he'd be insufferable if that was all there was. He's got a lovely way of implying the emotions, the conclusions, the insights. A New England terseness, rigorous self- checking, dry wit, and he isn't afraid to bust out lyrically when need be, even if it's in a lilting cry of pain at a world gone wrong which is drifting by as we watch it, like cigarette smoke on rickety old porch on a crisp autumn night carried off into nothingness from a tiny spark.