And who are you,
The fat man said,
That I must write so fast?
I don't think an author ever has an obligation to rush themselves because fans are impatient, but he really should have put 100% of his focus on cranking out the main books as soon as he signed his deal with HBO.
My aunt gave me this book when I was younger and I have never read it. Is it worthy my time?
Yeah, Richard Adams is a great writer of naturalistic prose, his books are wonderful irrespective of age, though Watership Down is probably best enjoyed young.
It's surprisingly hardcore for a book about rabbits, there's a lot of death and hierarchical brutality.
Shardik is another Richard Adams book, i't's aimed at a more mature audience, I read it semi-recently and loved it do death.
Ladies and Gentlemen the undisputed, uncontested GOAT, William Butler Yeats.
I'm more of a Crowley man myself.
Cliches that have been done to death:
The protagonist in a coming of age story discovers a Playboy/adult magazine. Terrible, lazy writing.
What are some other eyerollingly overused tropes?
What brought it to mind was that this was recently done on Better Call Saul (a show that typically features excellent writing) in a flashback sequence wherein the main character witnesses his meek, gullible father be conned out of money, after which the conman lectures him about the dog eat dog nature of the world, leading him to despise his father and steal a few dollars out of his wallet. His discovery of the adult magazine took place immediately before all of this, juxtaposing his sexual awakening with his subsequent...
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I keep seeing people misspell "heroin" as "heroine".
Is this part of our patriarchal society? Subtly misspelling words, to conflate horrible drugs with accomplished females?
What other words have this sort of misspellings?
Hero was the girl, OP. Leander's the boy. They both died.
Heroin comes from the German "heroisch" combined with pharmaceutical branding conventions.
Heroine is just a result of Atticizing and Victorian flourish: especially heroḯne, a modern Greek cognate for heroin.
People confuse the three because they're retarded like you. You should write "these sorts" not "this sort".
Guys, I just came up with an ingenious plan
Okay so I'll write a gratuitous, smutty erotic Novel and self publish it for Amazon's Kindle.
BUT, in a Gene Wolfe-esque act of trickery, the smutty surface of the text will actually contain deeper levels of meaning an complexity that will ultimately cast the work heavily Christian narrative of redemption and a criticism of earthly hedonism.
Your input, lit?
Your favorite adventure novel?
Something that makes you feel like going outside on an adventure in the wild/semi wild.
Hobbit/LotR gave me that feeling when I was younger. The Lost World - Conan Doyle was a recent one.
Blood meridian and suttree are pretty good at this in their own weird way. Narnia too. Havent read on the road but I would assume that. Get that feeling the most when looking through an atlas though, I love my atlas.
>>Herman Melville's Typee
>not living your own
we've all memed GR to death but why no talk about Against the Day? It's certainly bigger than GR and just as 'difficult'
My book recommendation based on your interest in INFLUENCE THE PSYCHOLOGY OF PERSUASION
best action scene in a book you've read?
i'm trying to develop a flexible style that can create a really riveting action scene. typically the best action scenes are found in pleb books and not literature, i've found, so don't be afraid to post those.
i'm particularly fond of heroic action, with high-flying emotions.
if you know generally what part of the book it's in or can post an excerpt into the thread, that'd be sweet.
From the next room he hears the unmistakable sound of an
Army belt buckle.
“Somebody,” he observes, catching on quickly, “must be
robbing my pants.” Feet patter by on the carpet, close to his
head. Slothrop can hear his own small change jingling in his
pockets. “Thief!” he yells, which wakes up Katje, turning to
put her arms around him. Slothrop, managing now to locate
the hem he couldn’t find last night, scoots from under the
tablecloth just in time to see a large foot in a two-tone shoe,
coffee and indigo, vanish out the door. He runs into the
bedroom, finds everything else he had on is gone too,
down to shoes and skivvies.
“My clothes!” running back out past Katje now emerging
from the damask and making a grab for his feet. Slothrop
flings open the door, runs out in the hall, recollects that he is
naked here, spots a laundry cart and grabs a purple satin
bedsheet off of it, drapes it around him in a sort of toga.
From the stairway comes a snicker and the pad-pad of
crepe soles. “Aha!” cries Slothrop charging down the hall.
The slippery sheet will not stay on. It flaps, slides off, gets
underfoot. Up the stairs two at a time, only to find at the top
another corridor, just as empty. Where is everybody?
From way down the hall, a tiny head appears around a
corner, a tiny hand comes out and gives Slothrop the tiny
finger. Unpleasant laughter reaches him a split second
later, by which time he’s sprinting toward it. At the stairs, he
hears footsteps heading down. The Great Purple Kite
races cursing down three flights, out a door and onto a little
terrace, just in time to see somebody hop over a stone
balustrade and vanish into the upper half of a thick tree,
growing up from somewhere below. “Treed at last!” cries
First you have to get into the tree, then you can climb it easy
as a ladder. Once inside, surrounded by pungent leaflight,
Slothrop can’t see farther than a couple of limbs. The tree is
shaking though, so he reckons that that thief is in here
someplace. Industriously he climbs on, sheet catching and
tearing, skin stuck by needles, scraped by bark. His feet
hurt. He’s soon out of breath. Gradually the cone of green
light narrows, grows brighter. Close to the top, Slothrop
notes a saw-cut or something partway through the trunk, but
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this book and vurt both have crazy action. I don't have the time to look shit up.
what is a macaroni?
mason and Dixon thread.
Haven't you ever taken a history class?
Never read any niel gaiman. Only the second time I'm posting here. What do you all recommend?
I've recently converted to Islam after reading the sublime Qu'ran. My new brothers are helping me learn Arabic, but in the meantime: do any of you fine folks know of Islamic literature either written in English or those with fine translations?
Before you say The Satanic Verses, I have read it and enjoyed like all intellectual Muslims do.
Fi Amaan Allah.
If you're asking about contemporary IL, then you're better off without that trash propaganda. If you're looking for the classics, I suggest you first settle into the faith for a year or two until you have the basics out: your five pillars, ta'at, sunnan and the like.
As a man steeped in the history of Islam, Rushdie naturally realises the complicated and interesting history surrounding all religion. As a moderate Shia Muslim, I see no problem with it. Christianity has had to suffer much criticism in fiction and I whole heartedly support freedom of expression, the usage of the Qu'ran is no different. Allah and Muhammed are not injured by the word of men.
This fall I'm moving to New York from another country to study an MFA in creative writing. Was wondering if you could advice me in some good recent authors to read. My native language is not english and the program is not in english either, but I want to catch up.
By the way, general advices or discussions on MFAs in general are welcomed.
>tfw you discover an obscure book that contains the secrets of wisdom and unveils the deepest truths
>tfw you don't tell anybody so you can keep it to yourself