Shelves 003 – Tarantula by Thierry Jonquet

Author: Jim  //  Category: The Bookshelves

Adam returns for the third installment in The Bookshelf, wherein he discusses Tarantula, by Thierry Jonquet.


Shelves 002 – The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club

Author: Jim  //  Category: The Bookshelves

Adam returns with another selection from The Bookshelf. This time he discusses The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club by Dorothy L. Sayers.


017 – Some Things Never Change

Author: Jim  //  Category: Rated R

Some Things Never Change, by M.R. Jordan.

Music for this episode is Sedona Sky, by 2012.

Jim Gable cradled a cheap plastic grocery bag between his arm and ribcage because the handles had broken. In the other hand he thumbed his retro iPhone X, flipping through songs. He walked with his head down, on autopilot. Tweets crawled across his screen- old and new were seconds apart- from friends seemingly compelled to announce every detail of their lives. Half of them weren’t friends, not in the old sense of the word. These days the world was your friend. A woman walking her dog sniffed at him as she passed.


Shelves 001 – The Beetle

Author: Jim  //  Category: The Bookshelves

Nil Desperandum presents The Bookshelves. Adam discusses The Beetle, by Richard Marsh.


016 – Memories of Childhood

Author: Jim  //  Category: Rated PG

Memories of Childhood, by D. Thomas Minton. Narrated by Riki Robinson.

Music is Rolling Memories, by Alexandre Falcao.

“All right, all right,” said Margie, waving her hands for silence. “Enough war-on-terror talk.”

The four of us had finished several bottles of wine, and her face glowed flush in the soft lamplight. I felt a little lightheaded myself and incredibly horny. From where she sat at the end of the couch, she pushed against my thigh with her toes. It was driving me crazy.

“What is your earliest memory from childhood?” Margie asked when she had our attention.

“I can remember being born,” Julian said.


015 – Legs

Author: Jim  //  Category: Rated R

Legs, by Tara Barnett. Narrated by Lorna Boyle.

Music is The Body, by Android Lust.

I love my legs. I chose the custom red striping on the sides when I was twelve, with vintage ball joint knees and toes, patterned with scrolls; a more expensive model than my parents wanted. We customized the calves with embossed stars that wind a gentle arc up my legs to my thighs. I was quite the designer even then. My parents made me pay for half of them with my allowance from that summer because they were so utterly frivolous. It was the summer without ice cream. I looked at my old blue feet every time the truck went by and curled my toes in anticipation, smiling to myself.


New Promo

Author: Jim  //  Category: Uncategorized

The new Nil Desperandum promo is now available. Please distribute far and wide!


M003 – Interview with Shelly Li

Author: Jim  //  Category: Metacasts

Jim interviews Miss Shelly Li, author of he Architect of Apathy.


014 – The Architect of Apathy

Author: Jim  //  Category: Rated G

The Architect of Apathy, by Shelly Li. Narrated by John Robinson, host of The Dark Forest Podcast.

It is said that if history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.

So let me tell you a story about apathy, and how it came into this world. Now, some people think that hate is the opposite of love. But really, does one hate because he cannot love? No. One hates because he has loved and lost, turning hate and love into neighbors.

However apathy, by definition being the absence of passion, emotion, excitement, is the sole antithesis of love.

And before it came to earth, it lived in the form of a house that hovered among the clouds.

Music for this episode is Apathy, by Scott Helm.


013 – Corseting

Author: Jim  //  Category: Rated R

Corseting, by Brandon Blackburn. Narrated by Ken Stoeffler.

Around midnight, pedestrians cutting through Olmstead Park in north Boston would sometimes look up to the west façade of the Feniston Building where a few lights in a few lonely offices on the eleventh floor were still burning, their luminescence quickly swallowed by the cloying night. In one of these offices, Jim Staymin, Creative Director for Beantown Fashion, sat behind a small desk crowded with drafts of articles and photo sets, looking at the taskbar at the bottom of his PC screen, which gave the time as 11:53 PM. Marlene, his editor-in-chief, sat across the desk from him where she’d sat for most of the evening, mouth tight, eyes bright but emotionless, just as they’d been for as long as Jim had known her. She was considering an objection Jim had just made, but considered it only momentarily before shaking her head and resuming her argument. “All I’m saying,” she said, “is that I think a trip to the gym is in order for this young lady.”


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