Album Review: Waxahatchee - Tigers Blood
If you’re not living, then you’re dying. At some point, in early 2017, when I was still working in a bookstore, I had discovered, and then, as the year progressed, found myself becoming both enthralled and at least temporarily obsessed with The Book of Disquiet . It’s a difficult book to try and explain, and the brief Wikipedia entry about it refers to it as a “literary project,” which is pretty accurate. Published posthumously in 1982, some 50 years after the death of its author, Fernando Pessoa, you could also try, and not do it justice, by referring to it as a “book within a book.” It’s dense, and complicated, and operates within a number of layers that, if I am recalling it correctly, are very easy to get a little turned around within. What I remember about it, though, or what really stayed with me, is the kind of bleak outlook parts of it have—there are sections of it that are, quite honestly, not very accessible or are difficult to get through, but within the first portion,