Gordon’s self-sabotage is exasperating, yet there’s something strangely poetic in the way he clings to despair as if it were integrity. This novel captures the grind of poverty so vividly — the humiliation, the stubborn pride, the hollow comforts of art — that even his bitterness feels luminous, as though Orwell carved beauty out of ruin.
— Aug 31, 2025 02:27AM
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