Who's the wittiest writer you've ever read?
Wilde
>>8118299
Shakespeare
sam pink
What do you do when you encounter some unfamiliar word/phrase/line that you don't understand?
(A) Break the flow and look it up
(B) Try getting meaning from context
(C) Skip and continue
(D) ?
>>8118283
>reading for flow
>>8118283
B then A
Keep reading to the end of paragraph trying to get meaning from context, then look it up. If I was wrong I'll read the paragraph again.
>>8118331
this
Understanding of the text is more important than speed.
Im high right now and to me this book it means that we are being controlled in everything we do, we don't created our own actions, we do them because somebody wants us to. We are being controlled. This is the trippest shit ever man. Haha
>>8118196
any one else who's smokin n reading books give me something tripp as fuck to read. goosebumps were alright but i want more fucked up shit.
>>8118196
You having one of those 'suicidal realizations' like in The Awakening or just a normal non-suicidal realization?
>>8118201
wtf man chill?? just want books. no fucked up retarded smart shit. i post on /b/ normally. peaceeeeee
writing now. begin in third person, start including first person view, go from omniscent to limited to smitefull to grrm... what up?
>>8117924
checked
>>8117902
Is that puppers okay?
>>8117902
Hmm. I remember GRRM changing the perspective in one of Victarions chapters.
What's the difference between religion and mythology? If there is one
mythology is dank as fuggg
jews
>>8117833
Seems like the only correct answer
Help me with my term paper
It's terribly redundant and doesn't name a single work or author.
>>8117588 i don't want to make ya feel bad, but continue writing
>>8117588
>at the time
Hello /lit/ I have posted a short story here before and it got great feedback. Please be rough on me.
This one is more of a work in progress than the last, but here it is:
The Brave
He sighed as he looked at himself in the shower mirror. He was at a truck stop on one of his long haul routes. His body was unfit and soft. His copper shin was beginning to wrinkle with age and inactivity. His black hair was cut short and it was thinning on top. He called himself David, but his grandmother had told him his name was roaring bear when he was a small child. He had left the reservation a long time ago so he could start a family. Now he drives trucks.
As he looks at himself he begins to see a strong fit man presenting his chest proudly. His hair is long, straight, and black like the feathers of a raven. His face is painted in bright pigments. His gaze is piercing and thoughtful. His vestments are hide and were made by rough laborious hands. He is a brave. There is a jarring banging on the door. “Hurry yer ass up in there! It has been fifteen damn minutes!” a hoarse smoker’s voice yells. He sees David again. His puts on his jeans and his shirt and walks to his truck.
As he drives the bumps of the road hurt his back. It didn’t used to be this way, but now it was. As the trees and bluffs pass by him he begins to feel as if he is riding a gleaming and powerful horse. The drone of the engine is no longer. He hears the clop of hooves, and the frantic breathing of a charging steed. He hears the call of a hunt. He sees the plains whip before him, conquered by a proud people. His truck drifts from his lane and he is galvanized by the honk of a passing car. His eyes are wet.
When he arrives home supper is already on the table. His child, a young boy almost eleven, runs to greet him as he walks in the door. The boy hugs his legs. He reaches down and tousles the boy’s hair. He sits and begins eating. He talks to his wife about her day, she says it was busy. She reminds him there is a bill that needs to be paid. He thanks her and said he almost forgot. She mentions that his boy did well on an exam. He turns to the boy and asks him for details. The boy confidently says that he has received the highest grade in the class on a mathematics exam. He smiles at the boy and congratulates him, he says he is very proud.
After dinner the boy collects the dishes and puts them in the sink. The boy goes upstairs to prepare for bed. The boy will think of how someday he will be a man like his father as he goes to sleep. David sits on the couch with his wife. She talks to him about her mother, what happened at the school yard when she picked up the boy, and how her trip to the doctor went. He listens and asks small simple questions. She rubs his back where it has hurt him. She asks him about his drive and what his truck carried.
When it gets late they leave the couch ready for sleep. She looks at him as he straightens the pillows, she sees a brave.
>>8117413
good job
>>8117433
Any criticism?
>>8117413
Hmm meh
Analytic philosophy and Continental philosophy are both useless horseshit, but at least Continental is fun to read.
t. engineering student
>useless
there's that word again
>use
why is 'use' good
>>8117380
I didn't say use was good.
Why are /lit/faggots so shit at thinking?
what did he see in that horse
a cow
>>8117219
himself
>>8117219
World War 1 and World War 2
>started with the greeks
>went all the way up to early moderns
>investigated the idealists
>fucked around with phenomenology
>hung with the hermeneuticists
>partied with the poststructuralists
Where do I go now?
What's next?
I'm extremely excited that gorillaposting has finally been brought to /lit/.
>>8117171
You write.
>>8117171
Jus b urself
What are your thoughts on The Witcher books other than >genre fiction?
i have no thoughts on them. why waste my time reading that when there are countless other books to read?
>>8117139
yeah this. Just move on OP
>“I'm in love with you," he said quietly.
>"William," she said.
>"I am," he said. He was staring at her, and she could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
For once, the memes were right. Is this not one of the greatest novels about love of all time? Thank you, /lit/, well done. *slow claps*
>>8116972
Black text ruined what little potential the post had. Commits the dual crime of being unfunny and unnecessary.
Verdict: kill yourself/10
well played OP but you're not gonna hook me
Will it work on any of the pseuds here? Stay tuned to find out
Why haven't my fellow countrymen written anything worthwhile?
>bush poetry is just awful
>only Australian kiddies know who Blinky Bill is and that's because of the cartoon, not the book
>Colleen McCullough is our one claim to international fame and that was over thirty years ago
Is it time to emigrate, /lit/?
>>8116964
>>Colleen McCullough is our one claim to international fame
Robert Hughes is better known.
But you're right overall.
Great Australian writers like Patrick White and Simon Leys weren't born here.
>>8116964
>Why haven't my fellow countrymen written anything worthwhile?
We are an extremely young country with a small population which lacked the urbanisation and social institutions that produce great authors. By the time we started developing in these areas globasliation started to hit.
Whilst we might not have great literature we have still hit far above our weight in areas of science, sport and economic endeavors.
>>8116983
Uh-uh-uh! You know the rules, Ausanon - they are fully Strayan until the publicly disgrace themselves. Then they're Kiwi again.
Who's read this amazing work of literature. One of the greatest fantasy books ever written.
Just finished Magician Land. Are there gonna be more books? Is the tv series good?
>>8116945
The TV show is shit
>>8116833
surely you jest
Required reading before this guy?
the greeks
>abridged
kys
Capital by Thomas Piketty