Have you ever realized how close to Shakespeare in productivity, variety and human understanding Osamu Tezuka is?
yeah
>>9455805
lots of people are as close in all of those categories (some surpass him)
>>9455808
I agree with you in some point. What I think that sets Shakespeare apart (in literature at least) is his unsurpassed gift with language. He is the best poet of all time; it is wonderful just how much invention is packed in the texture of his plays. No other poet is as great in the creation of metaphors as him.
Is like James Wood said in an essay about Melville:
“When it comes to language, all writers want to be billionaires. All long to possess so many words that using them is a fat charity. To be utterly free in language, to be absolute commander of what you do not own—this is the greatest desire of any writer. Even the deliberate paupers of style—Hemingway, Pavese, late Beckett—have secret longings for riches, and strive to make their reductions seem like bankruptcy after wealth rather than fraud before it: Pavese translated Moby-Dick into Italian. Realists may protest that it is life, not words, that draws them as writers; yet language at rush hour is like a busy city. Language is infinite, but it is also a system, and so it tempts us with the fantasy that it is closed, like a currency or an orchestra. What writer does not dream of touching every word in the lexicon once?”
“In Moby-Dick, Herman Melville nearly touched every word once, or so it seems. Language is pressed and consoled in that book with Shakespearean agility. No other nineteenth-century novelist writing in English lived in the city of words in which Melville lived; they were suburbanites by comparison. No other novelist of that age could swim in the poetry of “the warmly cool, clear, ringing, perfumed, overflowing, redundant days ... .” And so, despite the usual biographical lamentations, despite our knowledge that Moby-Dick went largely unappreciated, that in 1876 only two copies of the novel were bought in the United States, that in 1887 it went out of print with a total sale of 3,180 copies, that these and other neglects narrowed Melville into bitterness and savage daily obedience as a New York customs inspector—despite all this, one says lucky Melville, not poor Melville. For, in writing Moby-Dick, he wrote the novel that is every novelist’s dream of freedom. It is as if he painted a patch of sky for the imprisoned.”
As for the criteria of productivity, variety and human understanding, I can name some examples of artists that are as great as him:
>Tolstoy
>Ingmar Bergman
>Akira Kurosawa
Oathbringer hype edition
http://www.tor.com/2017/03/16/revealing-the-cover-to-oathbringer-the-third-book-in-brandon-sandersons-stormlight-archive/
Fantasy
Selected:
>https://i.imgur.com/r688cPe.jpg
General:
>https://i.imgur.com/igBYngL.jpg
Flowchart:
>https://i.imgur.com/uykqKJn.jpg
Science Fiction
Selected:
>https://i.imgur.com/A96mTQX.jpg
>https://i.imgur.com/IBs9KE8.jpg
General:
>https://i.imgur.com/r55ODlL.jpg
>https://i.imgur.com/gNTrDmc.jpg
NPR's Top 100 Science Fiction & Fantasy Books:
>https://i.imgur.com/IJxTQBL.jpg
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Couldn't remember the title 11 days ago, but this is the closest I've got. Described as scaled in the book. Fair warning, woman writing under a male psuedonym with a half native american and all trouble protag.
What are you guys reading now?
That's one awful cover. Are there actually any good fantasy book cover? Most of them are completely awful. They must do this on purpose.
Who else /Antiquarian/ here?
I was very lucky to have inherited a large quantity of Antique books from my grandparents. Since then I have slowly started buying some of my own. The youngest thing in pic related are Naval Reviews from WWII. The oldest are some magazines (Bound in a bookbinding from the 1700's). Most are from the mid 1800's. Not pictured are some Copies of Shakespeare from the 1700's and a very old History of Britain from the late 1600's. I'll post pics when I get home from work.
I read some of them physically. But many can be fragile, so I read digital copies to preserve them.
Does /lit/ have Antiquarian books? Whats the oldest you have? How did you get them?
I posted this on the shelf thread, but I thought Antiquarian books might be an interesting standalone subject.
>>9455297
I feel like they'd fall apart if I tried to read them.
>>9455297
>Does /lit/ have Antiquarian books?
no but my grandfather left me like 100 franklins
id like to start a collection of 'old' modern library clothbounds
>>9455297
I own an 18th century edition of La Bruyère and a 1880s of Taine.
How come /lit/ is so ideologically submissive? Are you guys reading the wrong books or something?
I can't believe so many of you guys have jobs, pursue women, enjoy travelling etc. It's perplexing. Why do you invest so much in External Reality (TM)?
I denounced all idealogical demands years ago. I don't have a job, I don't have a sleeping schedule. I rarely bathe. I soil my underwear. I eat whatever I want whenever I want. I only communicate via written notes and angry grunting sounds. I haven't left the house since New Years eve except to take out the garbage. I recognize innate racial hierarchy. I recognize the indelible differences between males and females which make males superior. I am an elitist, and understand that a large percentage of any given population will consist of irredeemably dull and dim-witted cattle-like creatures. I acknowledge suicide is the only aesthetic and intellectual way to die. My diet is unpredictable and uncommon, having transcended ideological restraints in this area; for breakfast today I ate seven bananas dipped in whiskey. I have no friends. No girlfriend. No religion. No national bias. My mommy only tends my needs due to her being an animal-like being whose natural maternal instincts have not been eradicated (as my own familial instincts have been) by a profound genius of which she is obviously incapable. I spent most of each day in a semi-conscious state in bed, pierced occasionally by some sharp insight about existence which forces me to close my eyes and wait for my spleen to pass. I barely get dressed in the summer months. I only read books that are either under 200 pages in length or over 650 pages in length. Most of the books I read are hostile to life and the concept of living; many advocate suicide as a philosophical ideal. I have read over 45 books about World War 2 military history, and spend much of my time daydreaming about serving in the Nazi high command and directing their invasion of Europe and elsewhere. I have long dismissed music and film as inferior art forms and refuse to experience either. I wake mostly at night. My fatigue is so overwhelming at times that in order to navigate the house I simply crawl or drag my lower body from room to room. I weigh 278 pounds and I plan on expanding even further. My mommy claims she doesn't recognize me at times and when I explain in a consciously patronizing and demeaning tone that the concept of a consistent existential self is a myth borne out of our intuitive desire to comprehend our experience in the simplest terms, she shouts at me and cries but eventually apologizes and provides me with another meal. I am beyond alive. I meet all the criteria required of Nietzsche's proposed Ubermensch. There is nothing in the external world capable of shifting my ideological position, which is itself founded on ironic nothingness.
>>9454410
dank blog post
keep me posted on hot new developments
What does this have to do with the works of goncharov?
>>9454410
i kek
Meme?
>>9454270
absolute fucking blue pilled pure filtered shit.
self help is all a load of shit.
>imagine pic related giving out self help advice on how to get laid
>just be confident bro
>motivate yourself man!
>put yourself in a positive mindset bro
>just bee yourself
>>9454270
imagine a subhuman like vid related taking advice from how to win friends and influence people, imagine him in a social situation. How to win friends and influence people can be summarised in 5 bullet points, it disregards your genetics which plays a huge role on how you are treated and how you can influence someone.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6bX2xRNHeF8
>>9454318
He's not too bad.
Which book is his best work and why is it Mother Night?
Discuss Vonnegut in this thread.
Best of what I've read is Breakfast of Champions, haven't read Mother Night.
I like Cat's Cradle a lot. I think it is the most succinct of his novels that I have read. Mother Night is great, but it's least like his other work which is something you may specifically like or dislike about it.
SO
What does /lit/ think of Infinite Jest?
Has there ever been a more posted about book on this board? The image attached has probably been posted about 100,000 times already
Find a different image. Please
I have yet to finish it but Gately's a fucking bad-ass. Hal's chapters are really fun, also. Both are characters we can model ourselves as I think.
What books are similar in style, feeling or subject matter to this one?
So when the americans committed another war crime by bombing North Korean dams in the 50s, they laughed at the asian villagers scurrying around trying not to drown. Why do they hate you americans
>>9446356
Chomsky is a bum.
>>9446369
Get out. In case you can't read, Noam Chomsky rules the world, so show some respect.
>>9446356
The ultimate hypocrite. A self described anarchist with a an industry pumping out books and is invested in big pharma. Fuck this asshole.
Let's have another erotica thread. Do you read it?
What type of erotica do you read?
What turns you on?
Where are the best places to read and share it?
>>9446139
Who's the dude in the pic?
>>9446160
it's your mom
>>9446139
>What turns you on?
fuck off
Critique thread.
Please critique others before or after posting your own work
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>>9431167
The Black Kings Burden
Whitey, whitey, watchu doin
Why yo appropriate ma shit
Whitey, whitey, we wuz rulin
And yo lived in som caveman pit
>>9431824
Incredible
He lays on his bed, listening to Fela Kuti, the record his Daddy bought him. The rhythm jitters out of the speaker, hypnotic. He has a whole heap of records now cuz his Daddy always brings him a couple when he comes round, which isn’t often, maybe once a month. Always artists that Taylor ain’t ever heard of before: First it was Kuti, then Sun Ra, then Pharoah Sanders, then Labi Siffre, Lonnie Liston Smith, Thelonious Monk, and so on. Each record like a slice of the cosmos pressed on wax, transporting him to places far beyond the rust-coloured streets and the sweltering, swollen cities, and up past the clouds and the blue of the sky. His Daddy only comes to give his Momma a bit of cash, and to see Taylor briefly; his Momma never wants the money though, at least she says she don’t, but his Daddy insists every time, taking the notes from his wallet and putting ‘em down on the table. He’s a wise looking man, Taylor’s Daddy; always knocks on Taylor’s door, three light knocks, and when Taylor opens it he’s always got a smile on his face, big gleaming teeth shining, and he never looks any older, not in all the years Taylor’s been on this earth, and he stands there a moment staring down at Taylor, before presenting him with this month’s collection of records. Taylor always scans through ‘em, inspecting each one. They always have these covers with a man on the front, instrument in hand, some of ‘em all colourful and psychedelic, some just a picture, all of ‘em looking serious and cool and wise; men who look a bit like Taylor’s Daddy. And every time he says ‘don’t tell your Momma’ and smiles an even wider smile, and rubs a hand through Taylor’s hair. And then he walks out again and closes the door. Taylor don’t play the records straight away, he places them softly and carefully on his bed and goes to the window and opens it up as far as it will go so it scrapes the metal grill surrounding it, and he sticks his head out to look into the sizzling street, the baking sun hanging overhead, to watch his Daddy walk out the house to his car, his Momma’s voice carrying from the doorway after him: ‘you ain’t gonna keep coming here, you ain’t no father’ she says, and Taylor can smell the musty funky smell of weed as it drifts up through his window from the spliff his Momma’s just lit, and his Father don’t look back as he slams the car door with a ringing thud and then leaves, the car’s engine rumbling as he pulls away. ‘Listen naw’ Taylor’s Momma always says, ‘Yo Father ain’t a good man. Maybe you think he is cus he comes round here all nice and dresses all smart but let me tell you he ain’t shit. He ain’t raised you, I raised you. He give us money cus that’s the least that he should do for us.’ She says this as she lights another spliff. ‘Yo Father’s a loser, you understanding me, nigga?’
Pic related, I'm pretty excited for numbers
>>9461570
absolutely disgusting
>>9461570
go back to /r9k/
looks pretty pseudy
Where are you on the great bard read lit?
I've tried reading his Sonnets once
Never again
>>9461358
i only read titus andronicus because i am an edgelord
>>9461358
Also in need of a better Coriolanus and All's Well cover, not that the rest are set in stone.
Can anyone recommend a good book on asbergers syndrome?
>>9461324
A Day in the Life of OP
>>9461334
I was actually tested for autism when I was young because I was shy and withdrawn but was found to not have autism, which kind of explains my fascination with aspergers
My diary desu.
What is /lit/'s opinion of SPEED READING? Are there good books on it or a system that works?? Is it worth trying to learn or is it just a gimmick?
>>9461161
Good for textbooks but not good for literature
>>9461166
Why?
>>9461208
Speed reading doesn't allow you the mental space to actively engage with the deep patterns, ideas, and aesthetic features of literature. I'm not that anon and I don't think it's any good for textbooks either, at least not ones in any subject involving critical thinking or complex systems. The only time speed reading is useful is when the content of what you're reading is incredibly simple - too simple to waste your time reading in the first place, if you don't have to for some external reason.