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>winner
Ngugi Wa Thingo
>surprise winner
honestly not looking too unlikely that Delilo would get it. Been tons of buzz around him in Sweden lately
>who I hope will win
Krasznahorkai would make me very happy

>>8613123
>implying it's not going to be either roth or murakami

>>8613207
>murakami
kek
>>8613140
>winner
2nded on Ngugi, which would be a fine choice.
>surprise winner
Joyce Carol Oates isn't too impossible and would be worth it for the /lit/ rage.
>who I hope will win
pinecone

Outside of the footnotes, no

>>8613081
well shit, i'm not OP and that's how far I am so far

I guess I'll just have to choose to believe that you are wrong

>>8613081
>footnotes
Endnotes you dumb fuck. Your mother partially abort you?

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>I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire...I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

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>I began, I remember, because I felt I had to. I'd reached that modest height in my career, that gentle rise, from which I could coast out of gear to a soft stop. Now I wonder why not. Why not? But then duty drove me forward like a soldier. I said it was time for "the Big Book," the long monument to my mind I repeatedly dreamed I had to have: a pyramid, a column tall enough to satisfy the sky. Duty drove me the way it drives men into marriage. Begetting is expected of us, and in those days of heavy men in helmets the seed was certain, and wanted only the wind for a womb, or any slit; yet what sprang up out of those foxholes we fucked with our fists but our own frightened selves? with a shout of pure terror, too. That too—that too was expected; it was expected even of flabby maleless men like me. And now, here, where I am writing still, still in this chair, hammering type like tacks into the page, speaking without a listening ear, whose eye do I hope to catch and charm and fill with tears and understanding, if not my own, my own ordinary, unforgiving and unfeeling eye?...my eye. So sentences circle me like a toy train. What could I have said about the Boche, about bigotry, barbarism, butchery, Bach, that hasn't been said as repeatedly as I dreamed by dream of glory, unless it was what I've said? What could I have explained where no reason exists and no cause is adequate; what body burned to a crisp could I have rebelieved was bacon, if I had not taken the tack I took?

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>For a moment it seemed that Adela would throw a fit: her beautiful eyes blazed with rage. But Father did not wait for her outburst. With one leap, he reached the windowsill and spread his arms wide. We rushed after him. The market square, brightly lit, was crowded. Under our houses, eight firemen held fully extended a large sheet of canvas. Father turned round, the plate of his armor flashing in the light; he saluted us silently, then, with arms outspread, bright like a meteor, he leaped into the night sparkling with a thousand lights. The sight was so beautiful that we all began to cheer in delight. Even Adela forgot her grievance and clapped and cheered. Meanwhile, my father jumped onto the ground from the canvas sheet and, having shaken his clanking breastplate into position, went to the head of his detachment, which, two by two, slowly marched in formation past the dark lines of the watching crowd, lights playing on the brass of their helmets.

Literally Interview with the Vampire

>>8612981
It's Interview With /a/ Vampire, silly otherworlder

;o

>>8612990

>https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interview_with_the_Vampire

You're in my psychosphere, mandingoman

Oh, I've started Letters To A Young Poet and I'm considering Unlimited Power by Tony Robbins but I'm skeptical of NLP.

>>8612960
Just B Urself by A. Normie

>>8612960
read the bhagavad gita and the upanishads

why?

>>8612985
They like it.

>>8612985
overrated trash

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>>8612910

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All-time favorite novel, recommended to me by my father and has played a big role in my life

>>8613074
you and your father are plebs

Long does not equal good.

>>8612863
meme
he should stick to write about dudes with their underwear out

>>8612872
>>8612868
did you guys even read it?

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>>8612766
Fuck you lit/. Nobokov's Lolita, Hamlet, Kamasutra, you see sex in everithing.

>>8612766
Pretty sure Holden is the one who got raped. By his English teacher, wasn't it?

>>8612766
>You're ruining an otherwise fine book without any fundament.
That's literally what most of literary scholars do though. We consider our small corner of the Internet as reflective of that great tradition. Did you know Shakespeare was a faggot, Dante was a hobo, and Socrates was a pedophile? Try and value their contributions now. I dare you.

>>8612728
Keep writing because youre first novel will suck dick, guaranteed. Keep at your craft though.

Keep a list of notes and shit.

What's your novel about?

The Philokalia
The Interior Castle by St Teresa of Avila
Dark Night of the Soul by John of the Cross

Pretty much the meme trilogy of Christian spirituality.

Principia Discordia

>>8612672
BUMP

It's great, brah.

Personally though I think Death on Credit is even better.

>>8612626
>entice me to keep going (or to quit)
do whatever you want to do, im not gonna do the work for you. you can lead a horse to water and so on

>>8612626
its a closet drama. wtf did you expect? its a few people talking in a room

I came home from dinner one night to find the baboon in bed with my son.

It's all fun and games until you end up with a bullet in your head.

There was only one enemy left...two if you counted god.

Subversion

sublimation

Submarines

>>8612414
they don't really care

>>8612414
If there's no meaning to doing anything there's no meaning to staying still either

it's all exactly the same shit

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>>8612414
>why do they bother
endorphins, son