>At the age of 16, in 1813, Mary Godwin eloped with her to-be husband P.B. Shelley and engages in a ménage à trois with Claire Clairmont, a future lover of Lord Byron, with whom the Shelleys would later have an extensive relationship
>>7598230 While locked up, the Marquis DeSade often raped other prisoners. So much he had to be locked up in the Bastille. He yelled to the crowd that he was being beaten and raped by the guards, which helped radicalize the crowd and resulted on the French Revolution.
>>7598271 Having been fascinated with knife fights and fighters in his youth, JLB took a blind swing with his cane and knocked down an entire shelf of books with an infinite number of pages. He stooped and felt around on the floor at the piles of unruly books, his eyes pointed to a ceiling he wasn't sure was there, as he realised he had trapped himself in a labyrinth of infinite shelves of infinite books with infinite pages. The Other - who was none other than his younger self - had fled or hidden himself in the mayhem or had never existed. None of this had ever existed, or had always existed, or everything that was ever to exist had always existed.
"This post is making such a poorly written, bad taste mockery of my writing and themes" he protested, yet he resigned himself to his fate. He was a meme now. "As long as they keep posting me, I live", he grinned inwardly.
>>7598541 From letter to Nora >At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue came bursting out through your lips and if a gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual, fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora’s fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.
>>7598541 >I got your hot letter tonight and have been trying to picture you frigging your cunt in the closet. How do you do it? Do you stand against the wall with your hand tickling up under your clothes or do you squat down on the hole with your skirts up and your hand hard at work in through the slit of your drawers? Does it give you the horn now to shit? I wonder how you can do it. Do you come in the act of shitting or do you frig yourself off first and then shit? It must be a fearfully lecherous thing to see a girl with her clothes up frigging furiously at her cunt, to see her pretty white drawers pulled open behind and her bum sticking out and a fat brown thing stuck half-way out of her hole. You say you will shit your drawers, dear, and let me fuck you then. I would like to hear you shit them, dear, first and then fuck you. Some night when we are somewhere in the dark and talking dirty and you feel your shite ready to fall put your arms round my neck in shame and shit it down softly.
That's not even close to the most interesting thing about the Shelleys.
>On the first anniversary of Mary Shelley's death, the Shelleys opened her box-desk. Inside they found locks of her dead children's hair, a notebook she had shared with Percy Bysshe Shelley, and a copy of his poem Adonaïs with one page folded round a silk parcel containing some of his ashes and the remains of his heart. >a copy of his poem Adonaïs with one page folded round a silk parcel containing some of his ashes and the remains of his heart. >and the remains of his heart. >his fucking heart.
The story goes that his heart wouldn't burn when he was cremated, possibly due to calcification from a bout of tuberculosis. A friend saved it from the pyre and later gave it to Mary, who was said to carry it on her person for most of the rest of her life.
Brian O'Nolan (Flann O'Brien) was a newspaper columist and would send fake hostile letters about himself into the paper, he would have drawn out confrontations with different versions of himself. This could be the progenitor of "shitposting"
W.H. Auden buggered John Betjeman at Oxford. Betjeman's contemporary at university, Evelyn Waugh, used Betjeman as one of the models for the character of Lord Sebastian Flyte, who in the novel Brideshead Revisited engages in a possibly homosexual relationship with the protagonist, Ryder, which is the focal point of the novel's plot.
Henry Flowers which was Leopold Bloom's pen name in Ullyses was the real life name of an English police officer based in Dublin castle at the time. In the early 1900's there was a case of a maid girl going missing and being found mutilated in the canal, Henry Flowers was the last person seen with her and they had appeared to be struggling. The maid girl worked in the exact same house that the maid girl in the story Two Gallants in Dubliners. Also Joyce described her the exact same way and she had 'red flowers' pinned to her plus Corely (lenahan and corely from two gallants) has been identified as Michael Corely the real life son of another police man by Joyce biographer Richard Ellman. Henry Flowers disappeared without a trace.
>>7598858 Cormac McCarthy came up with the idea for Blood Meridian when he was in the bath and noticed that his body displaced the water. He shouted "Eureka!" and ran naked down the street to tell his publisher.
George Orwell's classic novel was originally called "Animal Form" because he felt the form of the animals was one of the most important themes of the book, but when a printing error caused it to come out as "Farm," he liked it so much that he decided to keep it.
Zadie Smith used to be called 'Poo Poe' while she was in Cambridge because she was once caught short and had to use a book for toilet paper. She also used to get in a lot of trouble with the Police as she was brown.
In 1968, Borges had gotten so annoyed by his lack of Nobel prizes(literature and other) that he published an open letter in a prominent Buenos Aires daily, in which he basically accused the Nobel committe of being illiterate hacks. His outburst didn't receive nearly as much international response as he had hoped. As a further publicity effort, he then sent opinion pieces(for some reason including pictures of paralyzed frogs) to other international papers and magzines, written under the name of Nobel committee members attacking Borges' original opinion piece. These are now believed to have been dictated by Borges to his scarcely known brother, F.Regginaldo Borges.
Jorge Luis Borges was a famously terrible professor. His classes would consist of screenings of the latest Hollywood films. interspersed with his own highly offensive rants about sensitive political issues.
>>7598230 >Harold Bloom would go with his friends out to parks and recite Whitman >The Crying of Lot 49 wasn't seen as a "novel" in Pynchon's eyes >Pynchon struggled(struggles?) to call himself a "novelist", but sees himself as something like a "word-engineer" >Metaphysical poetry has no link to Platonism >James Joyce wrote some saucy saucy saucy letters to his wife >Arguably the top four century female writers: The Bronte sisters and Jane Austen, all led some of the most inactive and lonely lives ever. >Seven years of Shakespeare's life are undocumented. No one has any idea what happened in them. >T.S.Eliot was a full-time banker, as well as an editor >Plato was the first writer (that we know of) that was also a professional sportsman. He was a wrestler before a philosopher >Walter De La Mare used to edit the St. Paul's Cathedral magazine in his youth - making word puzzles, writing and editing articles >Darwin was probably addicted to snuff >Dickens suffered from insomnia. In the time he wasn't sleeping, he would walk through graveyards >Despite their writing at the same time and about the same themes, Melville and Whitman probably never read each other >Dostoevsky wrote primarily to pay his way out of gambling debts >In the ex-communist Eastern Europe, it was required for university students to be taught the lessons of Das Kapital. It wasn't a requirement for the teachers to understand it. They rarely did. >Ophelia in Hamlet is probably pregnant >Marx was ideological enemies, but drank well, with Bakunin >Homer may have been a woman >Homer is said to have been blind, which probably isn't true >Robert Louis Stevenson hand wrote all 60,000 words of Jekyll and Hyde in one day, and then threw it into a fire >Flaubert was sentenced to court to defend the messages present in Madame Bovary >Nietzsche went insane. People blame it on his intelligence, but it was probably hereditary. His father fell mad too. >Freud's interpretations of people were mainly picked up from poetry of the Old Masters >Tolstoy didn't see any value in Shakespeare's writing
>>7600304 Yes, that's why I mentioned it. The Dante/ Chaucer were exaggerations mocking their reductionism but the rest of what I mentioned are actual things that SJWs parrot. (Their proof is his poetry).
Goethe took place in some battle during the French Revolution, and later had his home invaded by radicals. They got in his face but he stood his ground in what I believe was a pajama robe, and they eventually left when support came.
JK Rowling was once at a store shopping for groceries when in the middle of the canned food aisle dropped down on her haunches and plopped out three coloured, boiled Easter eggs (green, purple, and red). Onlookers were politely curious and stared, much to Rowling's amusement. She began honking like a goose whilst yelling "I AM THE GIVER OF LEMONS!" She then threw one of the eggs at the nearest man (breaking his nose) and crab walked away without paying for her items.
>>7601039 I saw JK Rowling at a grocery store in Los Angeles, yesterday. I told her how cool it was to meet her in person, but I didn't want to be a douche and bother her and ask her for photos or anything.
She said, "Oh, like you're doing now?"
I was taken aback, and all I could say was huh? But she kept cutting me off and going huh? Huh? Huh? And closing her hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard her chuckle as I walked away. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw her walk away with like fifteen candy bars in her hands without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like "Madame, you need to pay for those first." At fist she kept pretending to be tired and not to hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter. When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, she stopped her and told her to scan them each individually "to prevent any electrical interference," and then turned around and winked at me. After she scanned each bar and put them in the bag and started to pay the price, she kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
>>7598230 Houellebecq was invitet to have a talk about Houellebecq-related stuff in a theatre. He arrived around 3-4 hours late thanks to traffic, dozens waiting for him. Then he started smoking, in a theatre prohibiting smoking inside without exceptions. Also he was so drunk, he was babbling all the night long. Disappointment and/or keks were had. A member of the "audience" at that event is teaching me stuff now.
In the late 50's, Garcia Marquez lived in Mexico City as a dead beat writer wannabe, feeling he had exhausted himself and had nothing else to write. His friend Alvaro Mutis dropped by one day and, laughing hysterically, tossed him a copy of Pedro Paramo. Read that shit and learn, he said. Later, Marquez would take the famous opening sentence for One Hundred Years of Solitude from a passage in PP. In the early 80's, David Foster Wallace sat talking to his college roommate about Marquez and magical realism in general. He was then a bundle of anxieties, narcodependency and Wittgensteinian preoccupations. An anonymous observer tossed him the following remark: Pynchon's much cooler, an then a copy of The Crying of Lot 49. Wallce would go on to become the one writer to "out- Pynchon Thomas Pynchon" and write Infinite Jest, the only novel to "out-Gravity's Rainbow Gravity's Rainbow". Talking about a similar case, Borges wrote the following, and one can only assume he would say the same about the present symmetries: "Confronted with this symmetry, that works with souls of men who write y covers countries and decades, nothing, or very little are, it seems to me, the levitations, resurrections and apparitions of the pious books."
>>7598569 Charles McCarry uses the recognition exchange, "Trelawney" - "Do you still have Shelley's heart?" in a spy novel where the two spies meeting for the first time must confirm to each other their identities.
>>7599741 >>In the ex-communist Eastern Europe, it was required for university students to be taught the lessons of Das Kapital. It wasn't a requirement for the teachers to understand it. They rarely did.
What is this even supposed to mean? I dont think its true. However it was mandatory practice to educate students (as young as high school) on politics and especially the history of the communist leaders (local and soviet) and the history of the ruling communist party
When Frank Sinatra heard that Phillip Dacey had called him a "skinny fuck up" in a poem that would be published in both a literary journal and in its own book, Sinatra got so mad he had a heart attack and died.
Harold Bloom spent his childhood holidays in Mouse Lake Minnesota. Every morning his father would force him to get up before dawn, trek across the frozen ice of Mouse Lake, make a hole in the ice with a pick and dive in. "This is simply dreadful" thought a Young Bloom, "a Flight to Lucifer would be preferable to this." And on that day history was changed forever.
Novelist Gore Vidal (Creation, The City and the Pilar) claims to have had sex with Jack Kerouac (On the Road) after a night of drinking along with William S Burroughs (Naked Lunch, Junkie). Burroughs allegedly left, disgusted with Kerouac's promiscuous drunken behaviour, and the other two got a hotel room together and had sex. Kerouac writes the complete scene in his novel, The Subterraneans.
>The Case for Israel is a New York Times bestseller by Alan Dershowitz, a law professor at Harvard University. The author's intention was to respond to common criticisms of Israel.
>The book is divided into several chapters, each of which addresses what Dershowitz identifies as being particularly strong accusations and myths about Israel, such as "Israel is the 'prime' human rights violator in the world" and "Israel is the cause of the Arab–Israeli conflict."
>The political scientist and author Norman Finkelstein has claimed the book is a "hoax" and that some of its citations are plagiarized from From Time Immemorial, a 1984 book by Joan Peters that has been called "ludicrous", "worthless" and a "forgery" by serious scholars.
>After a heated exchange between the two on Democracy Now!, in which Finkelstein repeatedly accused Dershowitz of plagiarism and questioned his credentials to teach at Harvard University, Finkelstein released a book, Beyond Chutzpah: On the Misuse of Anti-Semitism and the Abuse of History, whose second part is about The Case for Israel. The book lists many examples of text that Finkelstein claims Dershowitz to have lifted from Peters.
>In his review of Beyond Chutzpah, echoing Finkelstein's criticisms, Michael Desch, political science professor at University of Notre Dame observed:
>"Not only did Dershowitz improperly present Peters's ideas, he may not even have bothered to read the original sources she used to come up with them. Finkelstein somehow managed to get uncorrected page proofs of The Case for Israel in which Dershowitz appears to direct his research assistant to go to certain pages and notes in Peters's book and place them in his footnotes directly (32, col. 3)."
>Oxford academic Avi Shlaim had also been critical of Dershowitz, saying he believed that the charge of plagiarism "is proved in a manner that would stand up in court."
>Before graduating from Harvard with a psychology degree in June 2003, Natalie Portman was credited – under her given name, Natalie Hershlag – as a research assistant to Alan Dershowitz's 'Case for Israel'.
Israel is a lot of things, both good and bad, but primarily, Israel is the continual reminder that the US are cucks, and that the UN and other international bodies can do almost nothing about transgressions. Israel shits all over the fourth Geneca convention, everyone except Israel agrees that they are acting in violation with international law, yet no one is going to do anything about it.
It' very interesting, and really showcases the hypocrisy in the west. When the Russians annexed Crimea, numerous western political pundits were rabid at what they misconstrued as an unprecedented act in modern world politics, completely oblivious to the fact that Israel has been violating the exact same laws with impunity for the last many decades.
Israel is a lot of things. It's also a great contributor to human progress. They're well-educated and innovative as a people. Personally, I think they could stay like that, even if they didn't have an apartheid system and were commiting genocide in Gaza. In fact, I think Israel would be a lot better off with a two-state solution and without suffering the justified animosity of almost the entire developed world.
When in the 2014 conflict, Hamas killed 66 soldiers and 6 civilians, and the IDF killed 2251 people, with the UN estimate being that 65% of those where civilians, among them 551 children, it rings hollow to call Hamas terrorists and Israel an oasis of human rights and justice in the Middle East. When the Israeli blockade of Gaza prevents medical aid, food and construction supplies from entering Gaza, it's basically genocide.
>>7604898 My mistake: "Confronted with this symmetry, which works with souls of men who write and spans over countries and decades, nothing, or very little are, it seems to me, the levitations, resurrections and apparitions of the sacred books."
Russian surrealist writer Sigizmund Krzhizhanovsky insisted he and his wife live in separate apartments on opposite sides of Moscow. He thought it would keep the "spark" alive. Romantic bastard.
There are two novel-length books written without the letter "e": Georges Perec's "La Disparition" and Ernest Vincent Wright's "Gadsby"
Raymond Queneau wrote a book called "Un Cent Mille Milliard de Poemes," which translates to "One Hundred Thousand Billion Poems." He wrote 10 individual fourteen-line sonnets with perfectly identical rhyme schemes. The ending of the fifth line of the first poem had the same rhyming sound as that of the second poem, third poem, etc. Queneau then cut each line into individual strips so that they could be lifted and matched at will. This results in 10^14 individually unique poems. One hundred thousand billion poems. Reading one poem every minute, it would take more than 190 million years to read the book in its entirety.
As many of you know, Dostoevsky was slated to be executed in 1849, and was actually in front of the firing squad when a letter from the Tsar came staying the execution at the last moment.
What you might not have known is that the committee that decided on Dostoevsky's exoneration included Vladmir Nabokov's great grand-uncle General Ivan Nabokov. Strangely enough Nabokov didn't particularily like Dosty, referring to him as "old Dusty" in many of his lectures at Cornell.
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