Has Any of you ever read the great, Richard Dawkins, if not, you cannot call your self a /litarion!/
my genes are defective so I meme instead
>>9189345
Dawkins should have never wandered outside the field of biology and his fanboys make me want to tear the skin off my face and eat it
He wrote a part describing: how there are thousands of scared animals all over the world; trying not to starve, and be taken out by predictors - was the only non-biology part he has written, out of the books i have read; was beautifully saddening.
are there any books that us just all about describing cool phenomena, of the psychological/scientific ilk, you know Invisible Gorilla, Uncanny Valley, maybe talking about interesting epxperiments, Milgrams, theories Medium is the Message.
i'm not someone to really read super in depth heavy stuff, i just like it and find it fascinating and feel i can talk the conclusions and postulations or whatever and learn from that.
just was curious is there was a book where they discuss a bunch of those in one book.
kind of like those serial killer anthology books.
sorry if i'm being vague, just realized that would definitely be a book id buy and read.
any suggestions similar to this are appreciated
and christ sorry about the grammar/spelling, i wrote that way too quickly.
>>9189327
go watch pseud youtube videos
I am walking down the sidewalk of the street that I live on. I am outside on a day that isn’t sure where it’s going. My skin chills appropriately; this air here is dry and bitter, but lacks the bite needed to justify a coat, and I am walking on impulse.
Birds flutter at the outbreak of some abrasive chatter reverberating from the elementary school near and it strikes me that I do not know what time of day it is. I wonder briefly if the children are playing or organizing for the buses. I am already moving towards the direction of the school, passing a neat row of houses on either side. These homes are modest but they have a redeeming value in their upkeep. The houses are interesting enough to merit the description “quaint” rather than “small” and the lawns are neat enough to distract from the overwhelming feeling that they essentially serve no purpose, not even aesthetically. “We want you to know that we may not be a sub-division but we’re not any less of a people for it.” That’s dramatic, but it’s what this neighborhood is saying.
I’m close enough now I can tell that kids are at recess. A class is grouped upon the front lawn receiving constructive criticism from their teacher on some game they have been playing (prior to my sudden decision to take a walk.) Surely, the man is preparing them for some future complex social obstacle they are going to encounter, and this group activity they’re participating in is a clever metaphor. That’s a weird thing to think.
Turning away from the schoolhouse with an awkwardness I can’t describe the cause of, I make my way around the public park across the street, where I am the only inhabitant. I can’t decide if it’s earlier or later than I imagined.
He woke up. Taking a deep breath, he stretched out his extremities, flushing the sleep out of his system. The clock projected the time upon the bare wall in a weak blue that only just cut through the dawn. 6:37 A.M He had eight minutes. Sparing one last moment to grieve for his loss of sleep, he began his morning sequence: it began in the feet, lazily crawling over each other as his surroundings begin to grow familiar once again. A circadian rhythm now hums into him a shaky consciousness, heart thumping obediently in his chest as his feet kick and his fingers twitch and his brow wiggles in a uniform pattern so perfect that they seem to vindicate the emerging hairs between them. After a few moments of quiet shuddering awake, feet eventually find floor and he dresses himself, loosely reciting the day’s agenda within his mind. This is how he wakes up.
As he made his way down the steps, remnants of his mind’s nighttime wanderings loiter dawdled around his skull; he had been in a park, alone. No - there had been someone standing behind him. Unconvinced of his weary recollection, he made his way into the kitchen and filled a small glass with water from the pitcher. No, He thought, He hadn’t been alone.
.
.
The morning commute was typically mild; the drive wasn’t far, but what really made this routine path the premium choice for a morning drive was its efficiency. Lengthy stretches of boring, undeviating simplicity with an appropriate amount of red lights and a minimal amount of stop signs. Getting there should be no worse than being there.
Daylight crept in at a leisurely place that morning as the overly sensitive, overly automatic headlights on his automobile died only just as the beast swung a right into the McDonald’s parking lot. Exiting the car, he fumbled for the key fob and, locking it twice, proceeded across the street. He caught an eye from a passing driver. Reaching the door of the building, he withdrew a hand from his jean pocket raising chapped fingers to press against the cold medal keys in quick succession, unlocking the door to slip inside the modest little gray building planted unassumingly adjacent to the only McDonald’s in the area that consistently offered a functioning ice cream machine.
“This is my place of business man, this can not happen here!” Phil pleaded. His heart sunk as he saw that the day was already out of control. This was both unordinary in how early it was for a fight to have broken out in the lobby and typical in it’s prompting of the realization he had made at some point in the past six months; upon entering that door of the nondescript structure sitting quietly next to the good McDonald’s on Eldridge, you were leaving the previous existence and cleansing yourself of any prior rank of class system or cultural hierarchy, and that you were going to see some wild shit at some point, and that you were going to have to clean it up.
Records rattled violently within their cases, threatening to fly from their appointed position upon the hallways of PowerHouse Recording Studios, due this morning not only to the familiar throbs of bass escaping through the walls and the occasional opening door, but also the flailing bodies of a fistfight that had all the tells of escalation showing. Phil, the chief engineer, was doing his best attempt, poor as it was, to assuage the situation.
Avoiding the morning’s excitement altogether, our protagonist made his way to the door across the lobby and, entering a second password into this door’s key-lock, swept into the main hallway and down past an assortment of rappers and singers, gloating down to him from their mounted plaques, boasting to him of their successes and riches. I hear you, friends.
Have any of you read it?
If so what did you think of it?
Never read it.
I think it's shit.
I read it a few years back. His gril was a fucking nympho.
Gilmore was a loser. Didn't deserve the fame. He only made a couple hundred bucks off his crimes and murdered 2 cashiers for it. I'm glad they shot him. He was a punk.
Mailer was too enamored with his karma spouting hippy philosophy but did at least point out what a fuckup he was.
Sorry, I don't read useless shitty tomes
>book features a nietzschean anti-hero
Dropped
How is Emil an Anti-Hero?
What's nietzschean about having an imaginary friend and fantasizing with his imaginary mother? Or an imaginary girlfriend?
Christianity is platonism for plebs
I mean..............kind of?
Christianity was essentially born out of a syncreticism of Jewish mythology and yes, a few aspects of Platonic belief, however this is almost entirely applied post-Bible. The triad doesn't exist in the Bible, it's entirely a Platonic concept. Further, Saint Augustine applied the platonic concept of an illusory physical world to Christian theology.
>>9188885
Christianity as we know it is 80% platonic at least. The Hebrew god was anthropomorphic and historical in nature, while the God of hellenistic philosophy was abstract and trascendent. Much of medieval philosophy was an attempt to reconcile those views. By the end, all abrahamic religions became competing branches of platonism in semitic garb.
There was a young fellow named Hector,
Who was fond of a launcher-erector.
But the squishes and pops
Of acute pressure drops
Wrecked Hector's hydraulic connector.
There was a young fellow named Pope,
Who plugged into an *os*-cillo-*scope*.
The cyclical trace
Of their carnal embrace
Had a damn nearly infinite slope.
>>9188261
is that directly from pynchon or is it a random imitation?
>>9188554
That's vintage Pynch, my man.
anyone got any cool IRCs that arent listed in the wiki?
been getting books from #bookz on Undernet for a while and was curious about other kinds of chats, what else can be downloaded, etc. exploring randomly is fun but i would like to find a chat community that i can discuss books in that isntcompletely ruined by the scum of this website
thanks in advance
> any cool IRCs
> chat community
TCP rules. UDP is good, occasionally.
> #bookz
> chats
Most of discussions at #bookz are substantive,if you don't mind that everyone is talking to robots.
>>9188190
>TCP
>UDP
what are those
>>9188239
Other terms you can misuse.
Cormac McCarthy Explains Why He Worked Hard at Not Working: How 9-to-5 Jobs Limit Your Creative Potential:
http://www.openculture.com/2017/02/cormac-mccarthy-explains-why-he-worked-hard-at-not-working-how-9-to-5-jobs-limit-your-creative-potential.html
Can you summarize?
>>9188148
ye if u work 9-5 then you are to tired to be creativ propely
>>9188148
proof /lit/ doesn't read
just finished the second dark tower book, and im still having a hard time figuring out why people hate stephen king
hes a hack and definitely takes himself too seriously but i dont really think it takes away from his stories
gimme some real criticism so i can understand
Sick or well make up your mind.
>>9188112
I read the first two dark tower books years ago and thought like you did.
The third one I didn't bother to finish because it was so awful. King stopped giving a shit somewhere between the two.
Why is Humboldt not know as much as he deserves?
Also science /lit/ General
>Why is Humboldt not know as much as he deserves?
Darwin. Also, Anglo scholars and their cultural hegemony over what is real science.
>>9188393
>cultural hegemony
t. deconolinze science
>>9188062
Don't really know, but that book there and its red brother are fabulous, as are the travelogues.
https://www.lrb.co.uk/v39/n04/sidney-blumenthal/a-short-history-of-the-trump-family
Thank God we have brave publications like the London Review of Books to speak truth to power... I love the literary community!
This actually seems alrigth since it doesn't spend half the article talking about irrelevant identity politics and the internet
>>9188054
This picture is so stupid. In what way is being a politician comparable to flying a plane? And since when did anyone ever suggest democracy was applicable to every situation?
Why are anti-Trumpers so insufferable? I'm not even American yet I hear people say how terrible Trump is all the time. Like it doesn't even affect us in our country shut the fuck up.
First off, I am very new to /lit/, coming from threads such as /beemovie/ and /poltard/.
Anyways, I love Lord of The Rings, and I'm not sure what set of books I should buy for the Histories of Middle Earth.
Also, are there any other series that create such an in-depth world as Tolkein's?
Malazan Book of the Fallen
>>9187840
that looks good, I'll go check it out, Thanks!
>>9187844
He's memeing you. It's not good.
We have a thread for this. Check out /sffg/. Listen to the inevitable Wolfe memes.
So, how can I get a movie deal for my book?
write something great that has mass market appeal
don't tell me you read books you don't enjoy
>>9187587
No, but I enjoy books I don't read.
>>9187587
>implying I read books
I only watch YouTube reviews and read summaries. Reading books is so outdated. It's 2017, for Chrissake.