I’ve been reading ‘The Portable Henry Rollins‘ on and off for a few months now – it’s a compendium of extracts from several of his books, published in one volume. As it’s essentially a series of diary entries, letters and short stories, you can pick it up and put it down easily. Rollins is a heavy writer so there’s weight in this book, it’s not about happiness, it’s about pain and loneliness in a crowd. It’s also strangely compelling. If you’ve never read Rollins, then get this as a primer. If you already have a couple of Rollin’s books, then still get this, it’s a great compilation.