The SWAMPLORD MEGAPLEX

Center for Humans Who Won't Read Full Books

Please be quiet. This is not a library.

Fiction Section

Anxious People: A Novel            

Democracy as a system is doomed, because idiots will believe anything as long as the story’s good enough.            

Beautiful World, Where Are You: A Novel

In my defence I’m very tired and I don’t have any good ideas. Really my problem is that I’m annoyed at everyone else for not having all the answers, when I also have none. And who am I to ask for humility and openness from other people? What have I ever given the world to ask so much in return? I could disintegrate into a heap of dust, for all the world cares, and that’s as it should be.            

The Every: A novel            

The ambitious rarely had ideas, and the talented were often lazy or impossible to be near.
Subjectivity is just objectivity waiting for data.

Our Wives Under the Sea: A Novel            

WIFE UNDER THE SEA? HERE’S THE NUMBER TO CALL.

Goblin: A Novel in Six Novellas            

A profound sadness filled the infinitesimal spaces of his brain like grout.            

How High We Go in the Dark: A Novel            

I’m Yulia. Welcome to the end of the world.

The Dharma Bums

This Is the Impossibility of the Existence of Anything

An Absolutely Remarkable Thing: A Novel

Marketing is a lot more about thinking than doing.

No One Is Talking About This: A Novel

Capitalism! It was important to hate it, even though it was how you got money. Slowly, slowly, she found herself moving toward a position so philosophical even Jesus couldn’t have held it: that she must hate capitalism while at the same time loving film montages set in department stores.

Bunny: A Novel

As though everyone in the academic world has just now discovered that they are vesseled in precarious, fastly decaying houses of bone and flesh and my god, what material.

The Midnight Library: A Novel

Maybe even the most seemingly perfectly intense or worthwhile lives ultimately felt the same. Acres of disappointment and monotony and hurts and rivalries but with flashes of wonder and beauty.

The Correspondence

It’s amazing, what you’ll have to give up in this life.

Non Fiction Section

I'm Glad My Mom Died            

Men, they’ll hurt you without ever really knowing you,” she often told me. “But women… women will know you deeply, intimately, and then hurt you. You tell me which is worse.

How Civil Wars Start: And How to Stop Them

Countries that factionalize have political parties based on ethnic, religious, or racial identity rather than ideology, and these parties then seek to rule at the exclusion and expense of others.

Stolen Focus: Why You Can't Pay Attention--and How to Think Deeply Again

Most people don’t want a fast life—they want a good life. Nobody lies on their deathbed and thinks about all that they contributed to economic growth.

Meditation for Fidgety Skeptics

Getting lost and starting over is not failing at meditation, it is succeeding.

So You've Been Publicly Shamed

You combine insecurity and ambition, and you get an inability to say no to things.

Say Nothing: A True Story of Murder and Memory in Northern Ireland

Hot-blooded hobgoblin of lore.

Jesus and John Wayne: How White Evangelicals Corrupted a Faith and Fractured a Nation

In 1954, Congress added the words “one nation under God” to the Pledge of Allegiance, and the following year Eisenhower signed into law the addition of “In God We Trust” to the nation’s currency. For evangelicals who believed that America was a Christian nation, the 1950s offered plenty of circumstantial evidence.

Uncanny Valley: A Memoir

Work had wedged its way into our identities. We were the company; the company was us. Small failures and major successes were equally reflective of our personal inadequacies or individual brilliance. Momentum was intoxicating, as was the feeling that we were all indispensable.

These Truths: A History of the United States

The Constitution cannot be made easy. It was never meant to be easy.
Americans have become so divided that they no longer agree, if they ever did, about what those ideas are, or were.