The loneliness of an artist, the loneliness of a sexist…

I read it and I'm not even indignant, I'm alternatively surprised: łomatko, can you inactive find specified a mammoth dug out of the patriarchal permafrost anywhere? Kinga Dunin on "Radio Noc" by Yuri Andrukhovych and "A City Called Loneliness. About fresh York and Separate Artists" by Olivia Laing.