Earlier today I described my brain to a friend as a slowly dripping soggy cheeseburger flung on a window. Then I went for a run and sat down to tackle this book review assignment that I’d been resisting for weeks. I’ve never written nor read a critical book review and d.i.d.n.’t w.a.n.t t.o d.o i.t, because it was described to us as essentially an exercise in bull-shittery.
Here’s the result. So glad I just went ahead and dove in because good god did I ever have so much fun: Review of Ellen Peel’s Politics, Persuasion, and Pragmatism
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