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I am no where close to being able to comprehend this book but I still think it's hilarious.
As a comedy it does its job.
is this bait?
>>7735960
must surely brother
>>7735960
What? No, I'm trying to have a discussion.
>try to read Shakespeare
>realize I'm a moron
>try to read Pynchon
>realize Im a mormon
be patient, friend
if you keep working at it and try your very best, the texts you want to understand will become clearer and clearer
you just gotta believe in yourself :o)
You should read Taming of the Shrew or A Midsummer Night's Dream, those have easier language.
Macbeth is also very simple.
You could actually watch the new Macbeth movie and get about the same out of it as the play, which is also very short and violent.
rec me some late 80s.90s ironic detatchment end of history nirvana suburbia core
>>7735907
Vineland
>>7735983
terrible suggestion. terrible terrible suggestion.
>>7735983
Good suggestion. Good good suggestion.
I'm finally getting my copy of Journey West tomorrow!
I'm so fucking excited. Have any of you read it? What were your thoughts?
>>7735905
Needs a proper modern translation. About 4/10ths of it is good, the rest seems like filler. Excellent narration if you can get past the repetition and some of the jarring bits of prose poetry.
>>7735936
by 4/10ths I mean out of the 1000 pp unabridged version.
>>7735905
Outlaws of the Marsh is significantly better.
“After Shakespeare and Chaucer, Dickens vies with Jane Austen as the peopler of the world. It is all the better that so many of Dickens people are grotesques: look around you.”
was this person right, /lit/?
anyone?
>>7735868
Yeah Dickens wrote realism. More news at eleven
>>7735868
>After Shakespeare and Chaucer, Dickens vies with Jane Austen
MUH ANGLOCENTRISM
We live in ridiculous times.
He glanced up at me from the screen. He was in deep. Gone were the days when your friends might at least have bad habits that seemed outwardly cool. A cocain addiction. A cigarette hanging limply between two fingers, or behind the ear waiting to be reached. No, like most others he was simply not really here. Not really there. He didn’t exist in the three dimensional space that I did. No, he occupied a 3G space. Probably he had wet dreams about one day being able to afford to suckle from the sweet tit of an iphone.
“Mmm…yeah?”, he said, looking up from the screen, eyes as glazed as its sheen coating. “Yeah, that might be cool.” He looked unhealthy. His palid colour could have been from its glow or from his hours of staring into it. It was impossible to tell.
I had asked him to come on a “quad date”. That was a term we had coined for four of us (J and G, as well as I and him) taking four girls out at the same time, to the same place without letting any of them in on it. His being on his phone at the minute was of course to use a dating app; I could see his thumbs swipe in the tell-tale way. And yet he exhibited little interest in the prospect of actually meeting them. This irked me, but was in no way surprising.
When he glanced back down I slipped my hand into my pocket and stroked its cool surface. I took a sick pleasure in him not knowing I had it. I knew it was wrong, but I was much too far gone now.
“Yeman, come on. It’ll be hilarious.”
He looked a little annoyed now that I had interrupted him again, but hid it behind a smile. “Yeah, alright dude. I’ll talk to you about it later, I better be getting back to class”. He got up from the bench, and after stretching out an arm for a fist bump he said what I knew he would:
“Just a quick one for the gram man, yeah?”
It had all pointed to this. Why would we go to the park on a day like today if we couldn’t show the world? Why would he have spent those extra five minutes combing his hair back and tying it neatly into a manbun if he couldn’t show the audience?
He had his beard neatly trimmed, and his thick-rimmed glasses donned like a perfect intellectual. If I were Medusa and turned him now he wouldn’t look out of place beside Socrates or any other great thinker.
He leaned in, and I could smell his shit. His thick scent of pure bullshit, and I abhorred it. I abhorred him.
Inside my pocket I pressed my finger on the little button, relishing the feel of it submission to my will.
He posed a little longer leaning into me, arm now over my shoulder. We both smiled, his that fake smirk I knew so well, and mine for once totally genuine. Pure delight lit my face, as I looked at the camera at the end of his outstretched arm.
“Haha, sound man!”, he chuckled. “Ahh, shit no-“
“Connection.” I finished for him. He looked at me a little unnerved at my quickness. “Because I blocked the signal, you little slug”, I thought.
Hey guys, here's just a short sample of an idea I'm working on. Any and all criticism is welcome.
The first part is trying to mimic the way America Psycho so effectively mimicked an awful culture. But, I'm thinking, instead of making the main character a psychotic killer - why not have him behave normally and have everyone respond to him as such. That seems more common these days. But this led me at the crux of my problem. What is the opposite of the awful vanity we see today that he can indulge in that would be exciting to read? In the extract he just jams a signal because I was drawing a blank.
Thanks in advance and enjoy (hopefully)!
>>7735800
>>7735804
>>7735804
I like your writing style OP. There's still lots to work on, but you have an eye for details and symbolic language.
As to your question, what do you think. It's something that would be the opposite of vanity, right? What about honesty? Indulging in honesty would be kind of interesting. I'm also half worried that I did not even understand your question, though. Would you be willing to rephrase it?
>>7735844
Hey, thanks. Greatly appreciated.
Yeah, that would be interesting. I want to make it as grotesque and shocking as (have you read/seen American Psycho?), to sort of drive the plot, because really I just want to lampoon all the horrible douchebags I know.
I think you understood me. I'm just sleepy as fuck. But to maybe clarify; I want to create the idea of his being social/normal as being seen as odd/disgusting by the vain characters surrounding him...
To be honest I just like writing and haven't got a fleshed out plot at all. I like your idea of him just indulging in honesty!
Who is the Tarkovsky of literature?
Who is the Bergman of literature?
>>7735847
>strindberg
too easybut true
Whose fault do you think all the bad things that happened in Macbeth were? Was it the witches? Lady Macbeth? Or Macbeth himself? Or maybe a combination of them all?
The seed was always in Macbeth himself. The lesson here is not to surround yourself with people that stoke your bad tendencies and give bad advice.
Banquo.
>>7735738
Why Banquo?
Can a book capture 'epic'?
I'm not /lit/erate, I've read but not widely or particularly well. It looks like I'm going to get into the film industry, and something has been bugging me for a while.
I spend a lot of my time thinking about ideas, themes and imagery that I would like to explore in a visual form. Since I was a kid, I've daydreamed about these 'epic' scenes, invariably accompanied by some 'Requim for a Dream' style soundtrack.
These images are vivid and compelling. Far more so than anything filmed and presented to an audience. I've notebooks full of such 'ideas'.
Some are camera movements, some are interesting phrases. Some are simply feelings and atmospheres. To exemplify, I've been keenly interested in capturing the following feeling:
>when you're in a place you haven't been before/rarely visit, and there are very few people around. It's quiet and you feel strangely alone and depressed.
I get this feeling in very quiet, darker parts of hospitals and weird towns I visit. I get it when walking down a street far from where I live. There's anxiety in being removed from the crowd, and what you know.
Film is limited heavily and these almost idiosyncratic ideas seldom translate clearly to the medium. The aristry is often rendered visually 'cheap' by the realities of life.
So, can it be done in a book?
Most films I watch do not compell me. Compell is the key word, because these huge, complex ideas in my head do.
Thoughts? Can anyone point me to any works that explore the chasing of these huge, incredible, perfect ideas that cannot exist in the tangible world?
Yes. Its called "Epic Poetry".
>>7735709
isn't that jesus in piss?
>going to get into the film industry
so, you're jewish..
epic huh? go back to the old shit. old as you can go.
>>7735709
>Can a book capture 'epic'?
Can a movie capture 'drama'?
Can a music capture 'sonata'?
Can a painting capture 'red'?
Can a perfume capture 'musk'?
Can a restaurant capture 'french cuisine'?
Books are where epic comes from you utter pleb
Writers: how do you get over the embarrassment from people you know reading your writing and knowing the personal experiences and relationships that influenced you to write certain things?
i cover myself in a veil of ironic detachment so nobody can understand when i'm being sincere and when i'm not
You don't. You frame the writing in a way that the depiction of events would embarrass them if they dared to call you on it.
My family isnt a reading family so it dosent even matter, only exception is my sister but she also writes so she wont care.
Has there been an eloquent defense of elitism? Not just in literature but in general. How do you justify the idea that quality exists outside of personal opinion and that it is important. Or books generally literally justifying elites and their dominion over the lower classes. Just general authors who deal with the concept of eliteness in a positive light.
I've read Evola, watched Barton Fink, and I know of Bloom. They dealt with these topics but I'm interested in others.
>>7735668
sorry for rewording the question 5 times. I am a pleby pleb born and raised btw.
Lord Julia Ebola of Sachsen Munchausen
Quality doesn't exist outside of personal opinion, it's just that some opinions are more authoritative than others. Fuck fags who try to hide behind their canonical taste that they can't even defend. A true patrician enjoys whatever he likes and can justify his stance when challenged.
Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo
>>7735645
finished the book yesterday. really beautiful
>tfw no funny pretentious latin/philosopshy oriented friends
Currently at same age as Stephen in last part of book and it made me sad desu
Great opening, whole book was fantastic.
What does this symbol mean? I've seen it tattooed on an anarchist punk and in a comic mocking SJWs. Basically a compass composed of arrows.
postmodernism probably
It symbolises openness to adventure.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symbol_of_Chaos
poem about wanting to be a dad.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-N6Yy5xWMk
aww
How is this poetry?
These "Performance Poets" people keep making threads of their shitty poems, it's just spam. If warousu was working I could provide evidence of the previous threads.
Are we allowed to retaliate?
>>7735616
I actually had a professor that made the claim that anything could be poetry. Something you may had done that day might be poetic and considered poetry. Fucking garbage.
I can't read unless laying down fuck
>>7735580
I know this fucking feel.
yes you can!
>can't read unless laying down
>fall asleep after 15 minutes when lying down
