Hey, guys I went to the 34th annual Florida Antiquarian Book Fair last week.
I thought you guys might appreciate some of this stuff.
>tfw you want to read everything in your backlog at the same time
>tfw you are reading everything in your backlog at the same time
>Last book you read
>Book you're currently reading
>Book you'll read next
Try to guess facts about each other.
I remember the summer after high school, I decided to read as much as possible. Morning, evening, late night; I was going through books like breathing. Tristram Shandy stopped me cold. It took me a month to get through it because I just knew this was something that had to be enjoyed patiently.
Funnily enough, I was planning on rereading V. after Typee, but I've had Cassandra... sitting on my shelf for too long.
How long did you study a language before trying to read a book in that language? What language was it and what book did you start with?
I'm looking for some really perverted book with brutal slavery, homosexuality, scat, torture, piss, and whatever depravity can be thrown in there minus necrophilia. Thanks!
what books do atheists read to rationalize not killing themselves?
please no snide replies proving my point thank you
You seem to think that atheists are especially prone to suicide. Got a newsflash for you: they're not. Three out of the seven great world religions are either atheistic or non-theistic. Most of those people aren't struggling with existential angst like you assume.
The one where the author tells the atheist that his life has great value simply for being atheist, as opposed to the religious whos lives are devoid of all value simply for being religious, regardless from actual achievements from the individuals on either side. Because choosing to be atheist in itself is considered an achievement in itself these days
can someone explain postmodernism to me?
so what if like there was no truth dude? no objective value?? so this shit i just did (check out the bowl) is as good as the mona lisa?
hahahah bro, what if i converted that shit i just did into a BOOK, and sold COPIES of it. it kind of looks like a rocket so ill make that a central theme.
Do you think it's a retarded idea, in 2016, to quit a secure but demanding full-time job and work part-time in a small town in order to dedicate yourself to your writing?
I feel like it's impossible to write anything worthwhile when I'm dedicating most of my time, energy and focus to a job that sucks. But also the current publishing climate makes me feel like I'd be setting myself up for a big fall should I decide to go all out and dedicate my life (essentially) to writing.
Any psychonaut in /lit/?
/pol/ told me that the Frankfurt School is made up of evil communist Jews trying to control the world. I just realized I'm reading a book by one of those Jews. Should I stop reading it on principal?
>/pol/ told me
This is honestly the most /lit/ book I've ever read.
The list in the back of the book is nice but Bloom's writing is completely worthless. He can't go two sentences without referencing a different book or author from the one he's talking about and as a result he says nothing meaningful about anything. He's too wrapped up in his own mode of thinking to properly articulate what it is he's thinking.
Huh, I'm not getting that impression at all. I know what you're saying, he certainly pulls references all over the place, but I think he manages to stay coherent.
>The list in the back of the book is nice
I don't really agree with that either, imo a list without considerable justification is totally worthless.
>tfw you realise it is all one and you're it
Fuck this book so fucking hard! This is the driest (no pun intended), most lifeless fucking thing I've ever tried to read. I can't even get more than five five pages without having to go back and reread because I suddenly realized my eyes have just been going over the words without absorbing any of this because my brains busy thinking about more interesting shit, like if i should do the laundry.
Stereo instructions have more gripping writing. Don't even get me started on the constant unnecessary inner dialogues that fill 60% of the book, 90% of which is...
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Where do I start with this French fuck? I'm already loosely familiar (the Panopticon, specifically, which I know is from "Discipline and Punish) but he's ludicrously hard to understand and he's got a lot bigger of a body of work than I anticipated.
Where on the sides of this deep end is there a diving board? "The Order of Things"?
order of things and archaelogy of knowledge are considering minor although he does lay out the whole power/knowledge shit in those, but i recommend history of sexuality volume one that's where he blows everything u thought u know about fags, religion and science the fuck out, and also explains u the power/knowledge too
also noooooooo not order of things. honestly I'd recommend some secondary literature, maybe the Foucault reader. personally I'd say he's one thinker where the dense af prose is unwarranted and you can definitely wet your feet in clearer presentations of his ideas.
looking for more text like this
How do we see?
The act of seeing is realized progressively. At the instance of seeing, light clusters called photons travel from the object to the eye and pass through the eye lens where they are refracted and focused on the retina at the back of the eye. Here rays are turned into electrical signals, and then transmitted by neurons to the center of vision, at the back of the brain. The act of seeing actually takes place in this center in the brain. All the images we view in our lives, and all the events we experience, are actually...
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INELUCTABLE MODALITY OF THE VISIBLE: AT LEAST THAT IF NO MORE, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies. Then he was aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How? By knocking his sconce against them, sure. Go easy. Bald he was and a millionaire, maestro di color che sanno. Limit of the diaphane in. Why in? Diaphane, adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it, it is a gate, if not a door. Shut your eyes and see.
Stephen closed his eyes to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and shells. You are walking through it howsomever. I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short times of space. Five, six: the nacheinander. Exactly: and that is the ineluctable modality of the audible. Open your eyes. No. Jesus! If I fell over a cliff that beetles o'er his base, fell through the nebeneinander ineluctably. I am getting on nicely in the dark. My ash sword hangs at my side. Tap with it: they do. My two feet in his boots are at the end of his legs, nebeneinander. Sounds solid: made by the mallet of Los Demiurgos. Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand? Crush, crack, crick, crick. Wild sea money. Dominie Deasy kens them a'.