

yeah, ok.
“atlantic writer” should be renamed to 'i’m a dumb, overeducated nepo-baby liberal that spends $15 on a coffee every morning and takes an entire month to write a horseshit essay that an indian could churn out on fiver for less than $5 if you asked nicely.











doubt many ‘of the most valuable’ books haven’t been digitized or aren’t available on amazon or ebay for a pittance. when i need to find something on anna’s archive, it’s usually because it’s some bullshit, tween pulp romance novel from the late 70’s.