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I only respect authors who deal with commas.

>>9400526
what he's saying is that all the babies in their novels have on fatal flaw: being alive

>>9400526
McCarthy writes about real men's subjects like blood and death and tortillas. Proust and James are a pair of pansies trying to look clever with semicolons and subordinate clauses and so on.

>>9400523
Are you really willing to compare two translations both of which are done by different people?

Illusiones Perdu
d'Arthez
Stupid comparison

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>>9400523
I feel as if I'm missing out not having read Balzac, but I can't motivate myself to read anyone without really knowing anything about him
Who was Balzac, what's he about?

>>9399693
JEEEESUS CHRIST

>>9399693
Whichever one will help me put a baby in that qt.

>>9399693
who IS she?

The fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can’t see this house. You’d never know it was here. Or any of the other places down the avenue. I couldn’t see but a few feet ahead. I didn’t meet a soul. Everything looked and sounded unreal. Nothing was what it is. That’s what I wanted—to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself. Out beyond the harbor, where the road runs along the beach, I even lost the feeling of being on land. The fog and the sea seemed part of each other. It was like walking on the bottom of the sea. As if I had drowned long ago. As if I was the ghost belonging to the fog, and the fog was the ghost of the sea. It felt damned peaceful to be nothing more than a ghost within a ghost.

In a way it had been fate. The Chesapeake was my mother--she fed me, guided me through life, and gave me her blue eyes. I cared for the bay more than any given aspect of my life at the time. She cared for me, too, I’d like to believe with complete trust. I hoped for the day I died so that my ashes can be scattered across the rolling waves of the bay and return home.
I’m quite protective over this home, too.
When you’re invited to my home by the ways of the river or the guidance of a horse, a gull shall alert me of your arrival--that or the whispers of the grasses. Whatever may happen, I’ll know of your presence. Don’t make too much noise. When you get to my house, you’ll know know it’s my house from the distinct green walls that climb the sky to the clouds. Open the yellow doors of grass and you’re in. Listen to the songs of thrush and relax yourself.
Mi casa su casa.

On your visit, though, I ask that you to be mindful of the house laws. I didn’t create them, they’ve always been etched into the bay’s history. They’re learned as soon as you step foot into the bay’s boundaries:

You must accept the pests for what they are and why they are. Yes, that is a bee hovering near your head. In fact, it is a European Honey Bee, an extremely hard worker. It has a family, a job, and a ruler, just like you. It has a home where it returns to day after day on a given basis, It will not harm you if you do not insinuate it, just as yourself. Instead, I recommend you look at it from afar and appreciate its work and its beauty.
There are pests of which the average foreigner to the bay will dismiss as disgusting, but you must know that this is quite against the natural laws declared by Earth. The Northeastern Tiger Beetle is one that you’ve probably (briefly) encountered, for, I’m almost sure it flew away from you just as quickly as you walked away from it. From the Patuxent River to the bay, they roam and keep watch over the sand. They hook themselves to the ground and survey a wanderer's feet. It is harder to appreciate a beetle, I must say. Unlike bees, they do not always have a job. They are often wandering the sand and hiding from those who seek them. They reproduce and they die. But then ask yourself: do you not wander at times? Like humans, they take a break from their busy schedules.
They’re a scientist's dream, and, like any curious man, your eyes may wander and catch the shifting movements of the beetle. When you see the beetle, don’t only appreciate it, honor it. Smile at it, to yourself, and continue your journey. Carry with you the memory of its painted shell and how gently it flew.

1 small section from a work of around 4000~ words or so. The work reads like this throughout. I'm proud of how it turned out, but I'd love to hear from another.

>>9399438
>The fog was where I wanted to be
Sounds misplaced. I'd add that later in the section.
Word limit is reached in this post, but overall not bad. You repeat often.

This probably sucks,I plan to cut, rework a lot of it/ Have you ever sat and stared at the inevitable? Something that you knew had to be done no matter what? We’ve have all had this happen to us, to do what we have to do. Ending a relationship to save yourself a world of pain, ending one life to save many, or something much more mundane.

Calling someone is one of Derrick’s biggest fears, to hold conversation with no way out, to create small talk with no escape route. He has always hated other people, even the ones he loved. “Why can’t they just know that I love them, why do they need constant reassurance?” he thought to himself as he scrolled through his phone. Today was Mother’s day and it was the day he had to hear her voice. He rarely kept in contact with anyone; parents, family, and friends too, as if he had any. He had to prep himself, he knew he had to do it.

“Hello?” a faint voice, not one of hardship or suffering. One of a gentle soul, who had given all her life.
“Hi, mom” He wished he had a better line, deep down he knew it would suffice. The thought gnawed at him regardless.
“Oh, Dairy is that you?” Dairy, he wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Either way she seemed to like it, and that is all that mattered to Derrick.
“Sure is, I was just calling to say happy Mother’s Day. How are you doing?” Derrick wished he had more heart in it.
“Oh, good, good. Having a nice day at home. How about you? Did any of the colleges get back to you?”
“Same here mom, and no nothing yet unfortunately.” He hated lying to her, he never actually applied to anything. He never had a dream, no aspirations, no drive. He had wished he had siblings, someone to be the success, someone to make her proud.
“Oh, well….” He could tell she was covering her disappointment, her sorrow.
Keep on trying Dairy, I love you.” A tear glides down Derrick’s face and he had to wipe his face with his sleeve.
“I… I love you too.” Why had he hesitated? The thought sent shivers to his core.
They continued to talk, about the neighbors back home, his life in the big city, news she had seen recently. Derrick never contributed much to a conversation, if there was one thing he was good at, it was listening. Especially this conversation, he must have heard the whole thing hundreds of times. Mother’s day, May 13, 2012. He made sure to leave this conversation recorded, he had started recording his calls when he moved away from home. This way he could listen to himself, hear what he did wrong, all he did in the end was over analyze, over and over. Every year he would listen to this recording, the last time he wasn’t truly alone. Every year he would get to hear her voice again, to wish he was a better son, a better person, to wish he was there for her. He took solace in that he at least said “I love you.” back to her. But he had hesitated, he hated himself for this. “Why? Why did I hesitate?” a thought of both anger and regret.

THREAD QUESTION:

what are some scifi fantasy books with genuine, enjoyable warm moments, "comfy" if you will

>>9396146
Book of the New Sun
The Hobbit

First for The Wheel of Time.

>>9395711
Ender's Game is a great sci-fi book if you like "highbrow" literature like Death in Venice, the Immoralist, Plato's Symposium, etc. Good work, OP!

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>>9395711
>Feel free to repost from last thread.

Sure.
How's the Rousseau?

yeah, there's actually some rad shit, plus there's all kinds of references to relatively obscure ancient shit (can't be that obscure it's in the bible but i mean the average pleb in a mega church won't get it)

Maybe in romance. Biblical english is just hideous

>>9395494
bullshit, KJV goes hard

>>9375762
>not picking the gentle introduction as the pic
>calling himself neoreactionary

>>9375768
The gentle introduction is intended to be just that, an introduction. For the real meat you have to dig deeeper.

To be commended for uncoupling right-wing ideas from NatSoc memes.

Not exactly swimming against the current with this opinion, is he?

no man can claim to be a radical anyway
he is not wrong in the inverse

Maybe he meant that in the sense that being a feminist was forced upon him against his will, that he only became a feminist out of fear of being branded an asshole.

If you're either brave or dumb enough to question the liberal narrative in public there can be some pretty severe consequences, although nothing compared to what happens if you draw a picture of mohhamed.

>Stirner
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9We2XsVZfc

0/3
I'm impressed.

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>>9407460
>Buying books from Amazon

Does anyone want to see my Amazon wish list?

>>9407623
Sure. You'll be judged harshly.

>>9407459
>never read book
>but liked movie
idk if that helps at all

>>9407459
>never watched movie
>but liked book
idk if that helps at all

>>9407459
American version of book
British version of movie

>>9407423
Why are all frogfaggot threads so fucking shit?

Make this shit a bannable offence already

I can only assume that your non sequitur cancer frog image is concatenated with child pornography.
The authorities have been notified.

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>>9407426

>>9407127
hot lead injection to the 3rd eye

>>9407127
take the redpill and realize that capitalism is fucking awesome, if just no semites hehe :)

By consuming

>>9407101
Are you white and male? Then yes.
If not, don't bother, you'll never understand literature

>>9407104
yes I am a white male

i know nothing of the mistborn series and wanted to know if it would be worth the effort

>>9407110
>mistborn series
Genre fiction is garbage. Read the Illiad and go from there.