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He's a posturing faggot. I do not believe he actually read most of those.

>>7732909
Why do you believe that?

>>7732909
whether he is a posturing faggot or not what he said is mostly true

>>7726828
>Humpford

My diary desu
not really though

>Humpford Humpford
how did she not see it coming? he was in love with her car!

>>7725532
so post one

I awaken to a sea of red lights. A stationary blue reflection tells me we are standing idle. "München 21 km" is what I read while slowly blinking my vision into possession of clear margins. Turning left, i notice Vic's expression. His mouth slightly opened, eyes clear and focused; A blend of annoyance and concern. I am inclined to this interpretation because this is how I feel, too. The hour-long traffic jam has thrown a wrench in our plan. Until the fucking jam, every little thing went according to our expectations. Perfectly. The mass, the bomb, the panick, down to our escape by scooter. Al-Fah - the damned lunatic - is sure as hell laughing his extremist ass off right now. But for us two, a good mood like that is a long shot away. I've asked myself each question maybe a thousand times, but again the thoughts go through my head: Did anyone tail us? Did anyone read our license plate while we dumped our scooters into the tiber? Does anyone know who they are in a fucking traffic jam with? Everything not concerned with escaping is relegeated to the back of my head at the moment. Guilt and remorse are apparently not what one feels while fleeing the crime of a decade. Because of thinking ahead, I am not nervous. I am commited even more. Guilt is eventually going to catch up with me, I am sure. But until then, i will do all I can to cover for myself, for the rest of my life. Its funny and kind of ironic how little meaning life has after taking so many. Slipping into remorse. Into feeling guilt. Thats what I am doing? Be the guy you thought you were, you fuck. Vic turns toward me, asking what the hell i was saying. Uh, it dont matter man. Talkin to myself. All nervous and stuff, you know. He nods and turns his head back toward the torpid road, audibly gritting his teeth. Does this heartless asshole think like me? Does he dare to think he is like me? Just going according to plan, not hesitating for one step along the way? He just does it for himself; he wants to live in a mansion in the carribean for the rest of his life? Poor Joey will never know what i did for him. What else can a former convict do to get a good life for his family and himself, huh? I know I could have prevented this. But how can one survive in my situation without being self-reliant? Like I cared for any one of those deluded faggots anyway. I cared less than the motherfucker Al-Fah for sure. He is fueled by hatred, I am fueled by love for my son and my life. My right to live. We start moving again. I think about how I am going to do it. Should I wait until we are past Germany? Would the job still be worth it without one more kill? Isn't one more a ridiculously low price for doubling my fee? Sure is. Why the hell am I such a wuss again? I will be in papers for centuries to come. Rich and famous. Good to my son. Desiree would be so proud. I am not a no-good yardbird anymore. I am providing for Joey. I wonder if she looks upon me now.

>>7726045
2/2 Everything is going to be alright. Ay, Vic? Yeah? Take the next exit, i need to piss. Vic looks at me intently, then grumbles, signalling his giving in. I wonder why I dont feel anything right now. So this is cold blood isn't it. Or is it because I am as righteous as I could be in my situation? Killing another damned murderer. Only one bad human being left from a deed of two. We come to a halt. A small forest. Only one truck at the roadside. The driver is surely sleeping. I get out and after I open my pants, everything goes as planned once again. Vic runs toward me. The pitiful ass really expected me to be distracted. As if I'd trust an imbecile like him. I turn around shortly before he hits me, and grab him by the neck. I bring the fuck to the ground as hard as I can and hear a soft crack. I stomp on his skull until it changes form and produces a mushy sound. I look around. My vision fixes on the bystanding truck; I panick and get into the car, driving away as fast as I can. After a few mind-numbed miles, tears well up. Why the fuck am I crying? Why! The! Fuck! 30 Million fucking Dollar for myself! I notice I am screaming. Tears blurr my vision. Still screaming i turn the wheel left and left, until i don't see red lights anymore.

>>7730081
No. That title belongs to Gaddis, Hawkes, or Gass (McElroy, maybe?). And though I do quite like Pynchon, I'd have to say Faulkner is, in terms of style and ideas, a better author (whatever that means).

>>7730097
how do you determine who deserves the title? why?

>>7730126
In truth, no one does. I'm just playing along and trying to start a discussion about the authors I listed.

Its as good as you want it to be

I switched to Marketing.

In what sense?

The job prospects aren't great compared to many other degrees, and it seems to be the type of degree where you will encounter a lot of people who aren't actually interested in the course or even reading, but just chose it because they were pushed to go to university and didn't know what else to pick (though this is true for basically every course, so i guess is more of a critique in general).

I'd only recommend doing one if you're already rich, or you live in a country that isn't going to put you into debt for taking it.

>>7722106
I was, ended up switching into finance due to the "progressive" nature of the English department at my school.

I remember one of the lower division pre-requisites being called "Introduction to American Literary Tradition" and a majority of the texts were either nonfiction or just shit. As you can probably guess the professor was a woman- with this came the usual bias towards female readers but holy shit we didn't look at ANY male writers until halfway through the course (and even then we only conducted a brief analysis of Whitman's poem "The Wound-dresser"- which was, I believe, the best piece of literature in the course). Other than that the only other decent writers were Sharon Olds and Joan didion. We even spent a week talking about some batshit insane female mortician who makes YouTube videos. Absolute drivel.

10% of our grade consisted of a three page paper which necessitated a field trip to Bass Pro Shops. I shit you not, she asked us to perform a "spatial analysis of the store vis-a-vis a consideration of the discursive violence that it directs towards women and people of color".

Tl;dr Tumblr has pervaded almost every crevice of academia

probably Taipei

the name of the rose - italian dan brown

Pet Sematary. I still can't believe I actually read that shit.

If you're not enjoying it then just stop reading it

>>7731076
Don't force yourself to read literature as some kind of self-improvement exercise, read it because you enjoy it. If you don't enjoy it then stop, and continue reading whatever it is you enjoyed beforehand.

It's possible, however, that you simply haven't developed the base level of knowledge regarding literature needed to appreciate novels like Moby Dick. You say that 'Moby Dick has some of the greatest writing I have ever seen', but I suspect you're saying that because you feel it is opinion you should have.

>>7731202
I just do that all the time. I don't want to waste my time on it, but I also don't want to just quit everything I start. Have you ever read it?

Like I said, the prose is absolutely incredible, I respect the man immensely. The problem, I fear, is me.

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Gf's books sprinkled in here

>>7723045
It is if you make it so.
When you select your classes you have to specifically avoid any modern lit 20th century onward. Also avoid electives designed to interpret old texts through a contemporary lens.

If you see a class that is 100% dedicated to a single based author or book then you ought to choose that class.

All university courses are far-left indoctrination fampai. It should've been pretty much expected just going into it. Except for the STEM majors *<:^)

>>7723045
Ehhhh any of the humanities are cancer these days. We need a good war. Make people appreciate just being alive again.

>>7730213
That how one should write, idiot

>>7730213
Sounds like aspergers.
No joke. Some aspergers are gifted.

>>7730213
Full of shit.

you monster

i have the same edition. is it considered a good translation? the book is too hard for me

>>7728736
It's considered better than the original, that's how good it is.

Plus Joyce had a hard-on for Italy (yes, even more than farts). I'm pretty sure his kids learned Italian before they learned English.

Young Torless

Therese Raquin

The Rape of Nanking

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>>7723340

>>7723340
MY FUCKING SIDES

I Love Argentinian Murakami.

>>7727808
Nice meme. What literary mags are you submitting to? That way we can join you and flood that mag till lit gets published.

>>7727808
Do they take flash fiction? I have something I'm too lazy to pad out that I could send them. There's this other story that I'm about halfway done with and could probably finish in a couple of hours if I actually worked on it too.

fucking read love poetry first you twit

do many meisterstudien like they do in painting: take a poem you like and fuck with it until you have figured out how it works. Then try to write the exact same poem again, but with an understanding why you are chosing every words, sign and linebreak.

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>tfw you will never have someone to give your love poems to