Things I love.

A heist novel disguised as a meditation on beauty and loss. One of the great ones.

Formally unlike anything else. Heartbreaking in the best possible way.

About repression and regret told through the quietest possible narrator.

A letter from a dying father to his young son. The writing is devastating.

Enormous and brutal and unlike anything I've read. Not for everyone.

A film about authenticity that is itself a copy of nothing.

Perfect in almost every frame. About looking and being looked at.

The best science fiction film about language ever made.

A film about the poetry in ordinary life. Nothing happens and everything does.

Vicious and funny and impeccably designed.

The album I return to most. Dense, furious, completely original.

Quiet devastation. I've cried to this more than I care to admit.

Solo folk at its most intimate. Like reading someone's diary.

Surprisingly literary. Sublimely Californian.

Grief as a sound. Not easy listening but deeply necessary.

The best writing on television in years. Shakespearean in disguise.

Season one is a masterclass in sustained tension.

Two series. Perfect from start to finish.

Formally daring and emotionally ruthless. One of the bravest things made for TV.

The best metaphor for work-life balance ever committed to screen.