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The Goodwill in my city sells hardcovers for $1, paperbacks for 50 cents. I'll go in there once a month or so and walk out with a fat stack for under 10 bucks. There's a pretty decent turnover, so I'll dig through all their shelves once and the next time I'm there, it'll be almost like an entire new selection.

The only problem is there's next to no organization or promise of quality. You can find some greats in there, but you'll have to dig through hundreds of copies of Twilight to get to them.

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Probably 80% of my library is from Thrift Stores. I often find LIKE NEW condition books of classics and rare editions.

I usually just quickly scan their shelves several times over for author names that I am familiar with and book titles I see on /lit/.

I just bought this stack today for under $10 at my local thrift shop

only thing i get at the thrift store are cocktail glasses because you can wash the stink out of them

It's poorly written, aimless, preachy drivel that only appeals to frustrated teenagers. Whatever great things she had to say about the value of the individual a more talented author probably phrased better.

>>9089749
Bitch, she herself quotes Aristotle, Hugo, and Nietzsche on the foreword

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>>9089749
>>9089381
>not knowing the better individualist work
Keep trying anon, I believe in you. Ayn Rand got caught up in her own head, and came off as preachy.

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These photos were taken by Man Ray if I recall correctly.

>>9089258
He was the biggest sex addict of his century

>tfw Byron actually existed

>>9089270
How many people did he fuck?

aliens.

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>>9089227
Only read that if you want to turn into some Austrian-school wingnut.

Start will Das Kapital.

>>9089240
>that gaudy edition
>no reference to volume
>probably abridged
>probably a 5 page introduction

Basic Economics by Thomas Sowell
Branch out from there.

Well you're begging for someone to mention Burroughs Interzone.

Ennard Something - The Zone

Anne Hébert, "Les Fous de Bassan " (in the shadow of the wind)

Forgotten masterpiece from 1982

>>9089116
who cares,

dumb nigger kicked the can

>>9089116
i like it. thank you, anon

Do you have a photo of him kicking the bucket?

>>9089035
You go fuck yourself

>>9089035
Reread The Castle and imagine Jim Carrey as the protagonist.

Do you seriously not have something you're interested in? And you don't have a backlog? How are you here

>>9089014
your diary desu

>>9089014
my struggle book five

knasugaard's descriptions of living alone in a small apartment whilst trying to write and combat alcoholism and also seek out rmance in his twenties was the comfiest shit ever

i love his descriptions of when he makes food or coffee

>>9089014
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. Started it Thanksgiving weekend so the holiday season and comfy cold weather was just starting during the early holiday related chapters.

Thee

>>9088939
Omg!
Don't ask that!

>>9088943
Thou

principles etc.

>>9088889
Can you elaborate a bit more?

I'm sorry op, you got memed.

>>9088788
The orchard keeper, my first McCarthy. It's very dense, fractured and every page there's at least 2 words i need to look up. I'm kinda enjoying it in an almost masochistic way, it's a tough read.

>>9088804
I recommend Suttree next. It's McCarthy's best work.

>>9088818
I was thinking of going chronologically, Suttree is like his 4th or 5th right? But yeah i heard that's his best along with Blood Meridian. Are they "harder" than The Orchard Keeper? Because that'd kill me.

>It is the combination of the consumer, constantly greedy for new attractions and fast bored with attractions already had, and of the world in all its dimensions—economic, political, personal—transformed after the pattern of the consumer market and, like that market, ready to oblige and change its attractions with ever accelerating speed, that wipes out all fixed signposts from an individual map of the world or from the plans for a life itinerary. Indeed, traveling hopefully is in this situation much better than to arrive. Arrival has that musty smell of the end of the road, that bitter taste of monotony and stagnation that signals the end to everything for which the ideal consumer lives and considers the sense of living. To enjoy the best this world has to offer, you may do all sorts of things except one: to declare, after Goethe’s Faust, “O moment, you are beautiful, last forever!”

>And so we all travel, whether we like it or not. We have not been asked about our feelings anyway. Thrown into a vast and open sea with no tracks and milestones fast sinking, we may rejoice in the breath-taking vistas of new discoveries or tremble out of fear of drowning. How does one voyage on these stormy seas—seas that certainly call for strong boats and skillful navigators? This becomes the question. Even more so when one understands that the more vast the expanse of free sailing, the more the sailor’s fate tends to be polarized and the deeper the chasm between the poles.

>But there is a catch. Everybody may be cast into the mode of consumer; everybody may wish to be a consumer and indulge in the opportunities which that mode of life holds. But not everybody can be a consumer. Desire is not enough; to squeeze the pleasure out of desire, one must have a reasonable hope of obtaining the desired object, and while that hope is reasonable for some, it is futile for others. All of us are doomed to the life of choices, but not all of us have the means to be choosers.

>But you can tell one kind of society from another by the dimensions along which it stratifies its members, and, like all other societies, the postmodern, consumer society is a stratified one. Those “high up” and “low down” are plotted in a society of consumers along the lines of mobility—the freedom to choose where to be. Those “high up” travel through life to their hearts’ desire and pick and choose their destinations by the joys they offer. Those “low down” are thrown out from the site they would rather stay in, and if they do not move, it is the site that is pulled from under their feet. When they travel, their destination, more often than not, is of somebody else’s choosing and seldom enjoyable; and when they arrive, they occupy a highly unprepossessing site that they would gladly leave behind if they had anywhere else to go. But they don’t. They have nowhere else to go; there is nowhere else where they are likely to be welcomed.

Z. Bauman - The Self in a Consumer Society

RIP grandpa
Soviet Major killing polish officers hehe

Is this sort of shitpost an attempt to gather data on how many reponses "I can't" get compared to "I can" or something? Fuck off anyway.

>>9088624
>women or liberal detected

>>9088636
>he still identifies with political parties and picks sides

>>9088567
Fuck you man! This is a quasi-intellectual board, we don't discuss fiction and enjoyable reading. Get back into your cave mate.

>>9088567
infinite dick by k. dickman

>>9088567
Just go read sherlock holmes.