Why Am I Like This?

‘I realise that my mind, this same mind, will only ever produce the same insights over and over, with varying degrees of clarity, as if I were new versions of a smartphone each time.’

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Leah McIntosh
Where Nonfiction Belongs

‘Acknowledging that the ‘truth’ in nonfiction writing is tricky and inherently interpretable subtly undermines the rigidity of mainstream publishing where such books must fall into specific categories.’

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Leah McIntosh
no thoughts head empty

‘I am coming out as someone who does not read to get ahead of the narrative. I am coming out as someone who does not read as himbo representation. I am coming out as someone who does not read as an act of radical vulnerability.’

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Leah McIntosh
Rekindling Disquiet

‘In Pessoa, the fragment is his refuge from the prosaic tenets of plot, performance and character. That temporary tinsel in the shop window becomes an after-image sought by the imagination and worked over by thought to re-enchant everyday life.’

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Leah McIntosh
If Every Portrait is a Self-Portrait

‘Literature isn’t so far from real conditions: it is part of the process of reinforcing, resisting and reifying conditions. This is where any idea of an artist, separate and at odds with their total environment, begins to break down.’

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Leah McIntosh
The Critic as an Intellectual

‘As Said helped us understand, representations don’t just allow us to think a certain way; they also give us license to act in a particular fashion. To lose a self-image, then, is to forfeit a specific mode of inhabiting and engaging the world.’

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Leah McIntosh
Open Concept

‘In its own way, each episode of HHI is fraught with background, cloaking the exuberant desire that once motivated the hunters’ odyssey to the other side of the world in the mundane fabula of kitchen dimension, bathroom quantity, and work commute distance.’

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Leah McIntosh