Guys, I just came up with an ingenious plan
Okay so I'll write a gratuitous, smutty erotic Novel and self publish it for Amazon's Kindle.
BUT, in a Gene Wolfe-esque act of trickery, the smutty surface of the text will actually contain deeper levels of meaning an complexity that will ultimately cast the work heavily Christian narrative of redemption and a criticism of earthly hedonism.
Your input, lit?
All the sex is the unreliable narrator's fantasy maybe?
i see, so on the surface it's about sex, but on a deeper level, the author is just masturbating.
>>7973922
underrated post
Your favorite adventure novel?
Something that makes you feel like going outside on an adventure in the wild/semi wild.
Hobbit/LotR gave me that feeling when I was younger. The Lost World - Conan Doyle was a recent one.
Blood meridian and suttree are pretty good at this in their own weird way. Narnia too. Havent read on the road but I would assume that. Get that feeling the most when looking through an atlas though, I love my atlas.
>>7973888
>>Herman Melville's Typee
>not living your own
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISVoAijFMao
we've all memed GR to death but why no talk about Against the Day? It's certainly bigger than GR and just as 'difficult'
I've 'heard' its not supposed to be as 'good'.
my diary desu
Jung
My book recommendation based on your interest in INFLUENCE THE PSYCHOLOGY OF PERSUASION
best action scene in a book you've read?
i'm trying to develop a flexible style that can create a really riveting action scene. typically the best action scenes are found in pleb books and not literature, i've found, so don't be afraid to post those.
i'm particularly fond of heroic action, with high-flying emotions.
if you know generally what part of the book it's in or can post an excerpt into the thread, that'd be sweet.
From the next room he hears the unmistakable sound of an
Army belt buckle.
“Somebody,” he observes, catching on quickly, “must be
robbing my pants.” Feet patter by on the carpet, close to his
head. Slothrop can hear his own small change jingling in his
pockets. “Thief!” he yells, which wakes up Katje, turning to
put her arms around him. Slothrop, managing now to locate
the hem he couldn’t find last night, scoots from under the
tablecloth just in time to see a large foot in a two-tone shoe,
coffee and indigo, vanish out the door. He runs into the
bedroom, finds everything else he had on is gone too,
down to shoes and skivvies.
“My clothes!” running back out past Katje now emerging
from the damask and making a grab for his feet. Slothrop
flings open the door, runs out in the hall, recollects that he is
naked here, spots a laundry cart and grabs a purple satin
bedsheet off of it, drapes it around him in a sort of toga.
From the stairway comes a snicker and the pad-pad of
crepe soles. “Aha!” cries Slothrop charging down the hall.
The slippery sheet will not stay on. It flaps, slides off, gets
underfoot. Up the stairs two at a time, only to find at the top
another corridor, just as empty. Where is everybody?
From way down the hall, a tiny head appears around a
corner, a tiny hand comes out and gives Slothrop the tiny
finger. Unpleasant laughter reaches him a split second
later, by which time he’s sprinting toward it. At the stairs, he
hears footsteps heading down. The Great Purple Kite
races cursing down three flights, out a door and onto a little
terrace, just in time to see somebody hop over a stone
balustrade and vanish into the upper half of a thick tree,
growing up from somewhere below. “Treed at last!” cries
Slothrop.
(1/2)
First you have to get into the tree, then you can climb it easy
as a ladder. Once inside, surrounded by pungent leaflight,
Slothrop can’t see farther than a couple of limbs. The tree is
shaking though, so he reckons that that thief is in here
someplace. Industriously he climbs on, sheet catching and
tearing, skin stuck by needles, scraped by bark. His feet
hurt. He’s soon out of breath. Gradually the cone of green
light narrows, grows brighter. Close to the top, Slothrop
notes a saw-cut or something partway through the trunk, but
doesn’t stop to ponder what it might mean till he‘s reached
the very top of the tree and clings swaying, enjoying the fine
view of the harbor and headland, paint-blue sea, whitecaps,
storm gathering off at the horizon, the tops of people’s
heads moving around far below. Gee. Down the trunk he
hears the sound of wood beginning to crack, and feels
vibration here in his slender perch.
“Aw, hey . . .” That sneak. He climbed down the tree, not up!
He’s down there now, watching! They knew Slothrop would
choose up, not down—they were counting on that damned
American reflex all right, bad guy in a chase always heads
up—why up? and they sawed the trunk nearly through, aand
now—
They? They?
“Well,” opines Slothrop, “I had better, uh . . .” About then the
point of the tree cracks through, and with a great rustle and
whoosh, a whirl of dark branches and needles breaking him
up into a few thousand sharp falling pieces, down topples
Slothrop, bouncing from limb to limb, trying to hold the
purple sheet over his head for a parachute. Oof. Nnhh.
About halfway to the ground, terrace-level or so, he
happens to look down, and there observes many senior
officers in uniform and plump ladies in white batiste frocks
and flowered hats. They are playing croquet. It appears
Slothrop will land somewhere in their midst. He closes his
eyes and tries to imagine a tropical island, a secure room,
where this cannot be happening. He opens them about the
time he hits the ground. In the silence, before he can even
register pain, comes the loud thock of wood hitting wood. A
bright-yellow striped ball conies rolling past an inch from
Slothrop’s nose and on out of sight, followed a second later
by a burst of congratulations, ladies enthusiastic, footfalls
heading his way. Seems he’s, unnhh, wrenched his back a
little, but doesn’t much feel like moving anyhow. Presently
the sky is obscured by faces of some General and Teddy
Bloat, gazing curiously down.
“It’s Slothrop,” sez Bloat, “and he’s wearing a purple sheet.”
(2/2)
this book and vurt both have crazy action. I don't have the time to look shit up.
what is a macaroni?
mason and Dixon thread.
>>7973625
Literally google.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macaroni_%28fashion%29
Haven't you ever taken a history class?
>>7973633
honestly I thought he was making it up. well ill be fucked.
Never read any niel gaiman. Only the second time I'm posting here. What do you all recommend?
>>7973551
>What do you all recommend?
Not reading him.
Not very "literary" but it's generally better than genre fiction.
>>7973551
do you think he lets his wife peg him?
he seems like a cuck to me.
As-salamu alaykum.
I've recently converted to Islam after reading the sublime Qu'ran. My new brothers are helping me learn Arabic, but in the meantime: do any of you fine folks know of Islamic literature either written in English or those with fine translations?
Before you say The Satanic Verses, I have read it and enjoyed like all intellectual Muslims do.
Fi Amaan Allah.
tell me more about the satanic verses, you faker
>>7973521
>Islamic literature
If you're asking about contemporary IL, then you're better off without that trash propaganda. If you're looking for the classics, I suggest you first settle into the faith for a year or two until you have the basics out: your five pillars, ta'at, sunnan and the like.
>>7973545
As a man steeped in the history of Islam, Rushdie naturally realises the complicated and interesting history surrounding all religion. As a moderate Shia Muslim, I see no problem with it. Christianity has had to suffer much criticism in fiction and I whole heartedly support freedom of expression, the usage of the Qu'ran is no different. Allah and Muhammed are not injured by the word of men.
Hello /lit/
This fall I'm moving to New York from another country to study an MFA in creative writing. Was wondering if you could advice me in some good recent authors to read. My native language is not english and the program is not in english either, but I want to catch up.
By the way, general advices or discussions on MFAs in general are welcomed.
Tao Lin - Taipei
>>7973494
The New York MFA isn't in English? What language is it in?
>>7973502
OP here
Already read it. Didn't like it. Hope there is better.
>tfw you discover an obscure book that contains the secrets of wisdom and unveils the deepest truths
>tfw you don't tell anybody so you can keep it to yourself
>>7973456
>tfw it's the bible
>>7973456
fuck OP just tell me, please
>>7973456
I also own a copy of the Qu'ran OP.
As-salamu alaykum.
One of the most brilliant minds of our generation, or just another pretty face?
>>7973373
hehehehe epin!1 XDD
>>7973373
Someone needs to send this thing to iDubbbz.
>a ways to go
i could care less about this thread.
You done that on accident, right?
Should I read Beowulf first?
>>7973335
It's probably not necessary but you can literally finish Beowulf in a night. Plus it's a fun read. Would recommend the Heaney translation
what do you think? are you so stupid you can't answer this question yourself
>>7973335
How about you read it, then read Beowulf and then read it again and compare the experience? Then tell us.
I could use some help with my first blog,
http://nextlevelscifi.kinja.com/star-trek-in-second-life-a-not-so-friendly-away-missi-1773512253?rev=1461803301110#
It's the first time I've tried to write an article
>>7973236
Kill yourself
Watch run-on sentences and verb tenses.
>>7973236
Space! The final frontier. On the 8th of September, 1966, Gene Roddenberry launched the first television episode to feature the continuing missions of the Starship Enterprise. Though the initial series only ran for three seasons (the third having to be petitioned by fans), what was created was historical television that spawned many shows that would follow in its footsteps.
In this show writer Gene Roddenberry constructed a fantastic future in which technology allowed humanity to create a near perfect utopia where exploring "strange new worlds" is the priority. A number of fans have taken to recreate this setting in a virtual world called “Second Life”, a game created by studio Linden Labs. Upon learning about this I was thrilled to go explore what these fans had created, however making an account and exploring this "strange new world" turned out to be a rather stressful and disappointing experience.
My first destination was Federation 12th Fleet. I explored the sets briefly, however I didn’t discover much worthwhile there. Apart from the fact there were no real people, I couldn’t get a single person on sim to speak with me. After several minutes of exploration with my free Tricorder from the Star Trek Museum, a Mr. ‘John T Hartman’ approached and informed me that since I was "only one day old" I needed to leave. I attempted to communicate with him via voice chat, to inform him I was working on a Sci-Fi blog, but to no avail. He simply yelled at me and outright accused me of being there with the sole purpose of causing trouble (however you do that in a video game?). Before apologizing for trespassing on what I assumed was a public group I was immediately kicked and banned from ever returning... oh well... much sadness... I decided to just go find somebody who wasn’t a special snowflake.
After my rather disappointing first contact, I decided to explore the sim with the second most amount of ‘traffic’: Solaris Station. I found that it didn’t look very much like Star Trek, and had nobody there except a member from another group. Finally! Successful first contact, I spoke with this individual for several minutes and received warnings for having visited several other sims (12th Fleet included), but was soon invited to visit an unfinished sim called “Starfleet Alpha”. I had a wonderful talk with several people, however it was around this time I decided Second Life wasn’t for me!
>tfw you write a long argument
>wait ages for replies that never come
>smugly add another tally to the 'arguments won' board
I laff'd
>finishing a 1000 page book