Recomemnd me good about lonely people. Something like Hunger by Knut Hamsun
>>7583168
>Recomemnd me good about
>>7583177
good books ofc
White Nights
Hey /lit/ what's your opinion on Cormac McCarthy? I just started The Road and it seems like what might happen if some good literature fucked an airport novel.
>spits
>not starting with suttree
>>7582805
>reading his worst book
>>>/reddit/
How the fuck do i read this book, /lit/?
It is confusing as fuck, but i heard it was really good so i bought it.
The only good chapter so far is the one about the guy waiting for his weed delivery. Then it's talking about some random iranians or something...
Help
>he
>got
>meme'd
>>7582010
thanks for making me feel smart
>>7582010
It's starts getting more coherent around 200-250 pages in, but you're going to encounter a lot of digressions and vignettes. You will also encounter endnotes longer than 10 pages.
If you're not digging the style already, don't torture yourself. If you do, just truck on.
Is there such a thing as wish-fulfillment romantic fiction for men?
Please respond.
Anything criticised for having a magic pixie dream girl archetype in.
>>7581077
Wes Anderson Movies. All art house indie dramas. I'm sure there are some books too but who could be bothered to read them.
>>7581088
>who could be bothered to read them.
y-yeah
Hi /lit/
I am writing a novel, and I can't decide on which narrative mode to adopt.
I will post an excerpt in both first-person and third-person perspectives.
Tell me which one reads better.
depending on the rest of the story
without the rest of the story of course the first person makes more sense since it can be already finished
Clouds hang over brick buildings. My eyes follow their movement. Raindrops leave streaks of water on a giant window I am leaning against. I look into the eyes of my own reflection in the glass. Two transparent, pale brown dots. I look down and cars are beetles and people ants on wet streets down below. I have vertigo. In the dizziness-induced darkness, I see myself falling down 76 floors and splattering onto pavement among all sorts of cars and yellow cabs into a mass of flesh, bones, and intestines. I imagine my skull cracking open and my brain splitting. My cerebral functions would stop and all the demons hiding in my mind would vanish too. The darkness dissipates. Although the sun is nowhere to be seen, clouds lit by daylight are bright enough to make my pupils contract. I walk backward to plunge into a sofa filled with soft silicon that surrounds me like a womb. My eye are fixed upon the window in which the shining clouds and building rooftops are still visible.
I think of smashing the window with a hammer. Then I ponder the difficulty of sneaking a hammer into my room and the hardness of quadruple fortified glass. I think fortified glass shatters into harmless, pebble-like pieces but in my mind the glass nevertheless shatters into a thousand pieces big and sharp enough to be lethal. I see the gravity-fueled glass raining down on unassuming pedestrians.
I imagine the innocent pedestrians, their heads pierced by sharp glass, moaning and bleeding on the ground. I don't want to hurt them. People who wanted to get to their school, work, friends, lovers, family, etc. People who breathed freely, who looked without fear.
I would never want to hurt them, even though they are not like me.
Clouds hang over brick buildings. Jamie's eyes follow their movement. Raindrops leave streaks of water on a giant window Jamie is leaning against. He looks into the eyes of his own reflection in the glass. Two transparent, pale brown dots. Jamie looks down and cars are beetles and people ants on wet streets down below. Jamie has vertigo. In the dizziness-induced darkness, he sees himself falling down 76 floors and splattering onto pavement among all sorts of cars and yellow cabs into a mass of flesh, bones, and intestines. Jamie imagines his skull cracking open and his brain splitting. His cerebral functions would stop and all the demons hiding in his mind would vanish too. The darkness dissipates. Although the sun is nowhere to be seen, clouds lit by daylight are bright enough to make Jamie's pupils contract. He walks backward to plunge into a sofa filled with soft silicon that surrounds him like a womb. His eyes are fixed upon the window in which the shining clouds and building rooftops are still visible.
He thinks of smashing the window with a hammer. Then he ponders the difficulty of sneaking a hammer into his room and the hardness of quadruple fortified glass. He thinks fortified glass shatters into harmless, pebble-like pieces but in his mind the glass nevertheless shatters into a thousand pieces big and sharp enough to be lethal. Jamie sees the gravity-fueled glass raining down on unassuming pedestrians.
He imagines the innocent pedestrians, their heads pierced by sharp glass, moaning and bleeding on the ground. Jamie doesn't want to hurt them. People who wanted to get to their school, work, friends, lovers, family, etc. People who breathed freely, who looked without fear.
Jamie would never want to hurt them, even though they are not like him.
Any existentialism books worth reading?
>>7577871
Camus and Sartre are not amazing but they are worth reading.
>>7577874
Thank you
Short answer: no
I need to do an abstract hamlet assignment but I'm not creative. It needs to be a physical representation of something from the play (a drawing, cardboard, etc.) but it has to have some kind of deep meaning. It can be as simple as a tea bag but I need to elaborate.
Please provide ideas.
Your sisters semen covered panties. Symbolic of the cold quite rage that existed within Macbeth
>>7564229
try asking over at the homework board
>>/hm/
>>7564229
Buy a copy of Infinite Jest and bring it to class, saying that you're expressing the banality of waxing poetic about death as hamlet does in the scene your screenshot is from.
If I a book is challenging to read, does that automatically push it above 90% of books that aren't challenging to read?
No. I got more out of reading Shel Silverstein's works than all of Joyce
>>7589427
That's because you can't comprehend anything above a fifth-grade level.
>>7589436
Not him but he's not wrong in saying that.
Silverstein is fantasfic, Joyce is a hack.
So what is Bible's End of Days prophecy about?
>>7588324
Just wait and see bro. You're living in it.
>>7588329
Damn it. I needed a witty, arrogance filled response to this question.
>>7588341
Sorry bro, Im a christfag and I feel like shits about to get real as fuck up in this bitch :(
>tfw I have yet to read:
>Les Miserables
>War and Peace
>In Search of Lost Time
>The Brothers Karamazov
>Ulysses
>Gravity's Rainbow
>The Recognitions
>Infinite Meme
>The Holy Bible
>tfw I will eventually have to tackle each one of these massive tomes
Sometimes I feel like the NEET life would be so much easier.
You're young and just starting out. You have plenty of time.
If you read two hours a day you could read every single one of these this year. Don't be a faggot. I work full time go to the gym 4x a week, and I still read a book every three days more or less.
>>7588321
How do you know I'm not a middle aged man who may have pancreatic cancer?
What's up losers? Rate my book collection. Yeah, that's right, these are the best books ever and if you don't like them you have a pleb taste in /lit/erature.
Come at me.
>>7588172
i can't say this isn't original
slight chuckle
good job, i guess
you're missing one.
lmao "hard"-y boys
Is he a meme?
Is he patrician?
Is he a commercial genre turd or a serious writer?
Short Answer: Meme outside of fantasy, patrician within fantasy.
>>7588038
You fucking dickhead, meme in this context just refers to cultural ubiquity on the internet. It's a totally separate question to the other two.
blimp for QUALITY DISCUSSION
When, and why, was rhyme abandoned as a mechanism for controlling the economy of information within human literary prose?
Have we established a new cultural method of keeping literature concise, and poignant?
>>7587747
If prose was intended to keep things concise and to the point, nobody told the vast majority of prose writers that.
>>7587747
Because it's not economical, neither for the reader or, especially, the writer.
Unless we wanna take the Nietzschian route that information is only for those who can, by proving that they can obtain it by force of mind, handle it.
>>7587758
So what's the objective value of style relative to efficient communication of a measurable quantity of information?
>thus
>>7587647
kekked heartily
Substitutes?
Therefore, ergo, it follows
Pls add
> human nature
>>7587647
>thinking 'thus' is fedora
>never writing/reading a philosophy paper ever
How is highschool going?
Conan O'Brien "To bury the living"
O'Brien's story is about a middle-class Irish undertaker who can't take it seriously when his son wants to enter a writing contest for a college scholarship because it is understood that he will work at Leigh Herlihy and Son Funeral Home. As O'Brien described the situation: "Leith felt numb at first. What his father had said (about Herlihy and Son) didn't shock him, simply the fact that it had finally been said. Without looking at his parents, Leith knew how to focus on his grandmother. She alone had the power to change it all, she alone had witnessed it twice before. Better than anyone else, Grandmother Herlihy knew the cycle. After a long pause, she looked into Leith's eyes and nodded her head.
"Leith, sick with frustration, felt the smallness of the room. He stood up and kicked his chair from under him. Without looking at anyone, he ran from the table and up the stairs leading to his room. The door slammed and the entire house shook with the force. As the china in the cabinet rattled, Grandmother Herlihy thought back to a similar scene 30 years before."
The story ends with the boy crumpling up the contest application and dropping it into the wastebasket.
