what's a good story? I don't want any journals or essays or philosophy books, I want a bonafide story. Fiction or non fiction. I just want something incredibly interesting, or something that really enriches your point of view, like makes you think about the human race. You ever seen blade runner, or ghost in the shell, or serial experiments lain, or akira? I like those sorts of themes, they feel so philosophical.
I guess what I'm trying to say, is I'm looking for a book with extremely philosophical undertones, but something that has a story I can...
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>I want something easy to read that will make me appear to understand philosophy
/lit/, how do I become based like this mensch?
By being born with the ability to flawlessly recite long poems after just having heard them, by being able to recite a great deal of important English literature off the top of your head, by being able to read hundreds of pages an hour, and by having developed a serious interest in complex literature by the age of 10.
In other words: you don't.
You can give me good scenario + bad scenario. How much written text and audio do you go through in a day or week? (music lyrics do not count)
Before you reply to a thread in /lit/ do you read all the comments?
>Not talking about literature
>Massive Twat Shitposting
Anything else I missed?
Being as it's my first day here and judging from your response I can tell this is the wrong place to find people who really do read books. How much time do you spend here? You have the art of meme nearly mastered. Obviously you're one of those people who buys books and never reads them. peace out scum and all your kind as well
Let's talk apocalypse. I want overlooked, underread, interesting if not quality stuff. Fuck off with your middle of the road well known recs.
Preferably biohazard, man made rather than climate. Add your preferences too. I can reccommend Jonathan Maberry's Joe Ledger novels for starters.
This is my favorite genre fiction and the only good ones I know of are
The Road - McCarthy
Earth Abides - Stewart
Alas, Babylon - Frank
On the Beach - Shute
Riddley Walker - Hoban
The one by Emily St. John Mandel was a waste of time.
Well reading the first entry I wanted to say "come the fuck on" but I actually never heard of other novels except perhaps On the beach.
You might want to start with Ballard's short stories and The Drowned World.
The wax is dripping
Flame of no return
Shatter as the wick turns
Ashes are spinning
Need to settle the urn
Sitting alone in the kindling
Watching the candle
BURN!! BURN!! BURN!!
On poetry community website-
black holes & protons
are on the mind of the man
who thinks of the spaces
between the atoms.
me? i think of
which fast-food place
i'll go to for dinner,
then whether to surf
the net for porn erotica
or just watch espn 25.
When is the movie Jaws going to be novelized? I mean it was a box office hit that spun off three stellar sequels.
Crappy movies have been novelized, why not the Jaws series?
What do all of you aspiring novelists do for work?
What is the moust profound book you have ever read? Or a book that really touched you and stayed with you. For me it has to be this gem right here. I basically have it memorized.
Were his novels even that well written?
Who here really enjoyed
>The Little Prince
as a kid?
It's still my favorite book to this day. I just wish the author had given the characters actual names. It's also quite sad what happened to the author,
How is this book of Dr. Seuss's /lit/? How would you compare it to his other literary works?
Why does Of Mice and Men make me feel more than The Brothers Karamazov?
Would you be flattered or embarrassed if a novel you wrote became a high school english class novel?
I'd be flattered that the education system deemed my novel worthy, but frustrated that multiple generations will grow to despise the book (assuming they actually read it, which they won't) and that hipsters on /lit/ will call it entry-level for not being Finnegans Wake.
>quicksilver in the baby folds of her stomach
What did Nabokov mean by this?