Does anyone have any .pdf of Old English language books? Been looking for a while but have found nothing.
I don't but I do recommend the bilingual edition of Beowulf
What's the best Kafka translation (specifically The Metamorphosis / short stories)?
>hasn't read kafka
>worries about the best translation
Why is this considered to be good literature?
I can't comprehend why this is praised when it reads like bland edgy genre fiction of the likes of Fight Club.
fight club is good literature too, anon.
>>7678747
1. It's easy to interpret, it wears its themes pretty well on the sleeve, so people feel smart reading it.
2. It was pretty risque for the time, and was banned often, so there's some historical importance to it.
3. The movie.
4. The invention of nadsat is actually pretty inspired.
>>7678747
The author didn't consider it to be good literature, at least not his favorite of his own works. But its main merit I think is in looking at the darkness in human nature (which might sound cliched, but that's because of how universal the idea is).
Vastly overrated tripe.
>>7677265
It's fantasy so no shit, senpai.
Is it worth a read?
I've only read shit like "The Old Kingdom" trilogy by garth nix and "Skulduggery pleasant" by Derek landy
>>7677265
I liked it.
Whenever I start to read I always feel tired and start yawning, and I never stop. I could wake up from a good 10 hour sleep and pick up a good book and I still keep yawning. It's not even that I find what I'm reading boring, it could be something I really like and it's still the same.
What is wrong with me and any tips to combat this problem?
>>7670022
Take short breaks. Smoke a cig, drink some water, take a piss.
I can't think of anything else.
>>7670022
Go outside to freshen up.
>>7670022
focus on breathing properly, you won't yawn then
Post your scribblings.
Get those scribblings laughed at :)
>>7656749
Dammit man this is a blue board!
>>7656749
Me am OP. Me start.
Driving to town, headlights in my rear view mirror; mine are off. Rattling coming from somewhere in the cabin, more cold air than warm. Whining coming from my engine. I wont listen. Cars are the only danger left in my life. This metal shell would cave in on me, if given the chance. The parking lot is welcoming, although a little dim, maybe a little aggressive, or too neutral. I make a small sigh as I make my way into this battery and bathroom store. The smell of hours being watched, and some sort of irony, is not what I'm smelling. Lots of chatter, no discernible voices, some imitation of truth blaring through the store speakers, it's a numbing noise; invigorating. Packages of batteries hanging on a rack, very colorful, similiar shape, no life. In the bathroom, will return to the batteries later. The sound of toilets fill the room, flushing, seats coming into their own. Soap dispenser looks uneasy, it looks bored. Hand towel dispenser is a joke, a square, a low hanging fruit. Batteries are hanging, maybe a few missing since my last visit, anxiously I take one with out looking, assuring the other batteries that it's not them, it's me. Checking out. The machine is looking at me; self checkout. I'm not alone in this purchase. Walking the doors are indifferent to my exit, they open with the same amount of energy, no matter the context.
>>7656752
If J G Ballard and Stephen Spender had a child, and that child was born with an extra chromosome, this would be it.
OK in places though.
Amazon Kindle™ has always provided the best content that satisfies all of my reading needs.
$2.99 for a book?! What a STEAL!!
This bait will not work on a sophisticated board such as /lit/.
Don't forget, your Amazon Echo™ will read your Kindle Books™ to you
> So now, *sniffs* we need to return to Miller's understanding of a Lacanian understanding of a Marxist understanding of Feuerbach's understanding of Hegel.
What did he mean by this?
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>those final chapters
damn...
Did he predict in the 80s what is happening today?
It seems that sexuality has reached the point where the taboo is gone and we became bored of it. Violence has always been a part of us but I think people eat up shit like spree shootings, at least in the US, it's out new past time.
>>7679801
not to be a dick but are you trying to say "our new pastime"
i was just a bit confused
>“being” is abstraction, as is even “the I.” Only I am not abstraction alone
wtf is he trying to say here? His conception of the self/I/ego is so unclear. If "the I" is abstraction, what is he referring to when saying "I am not abstraction"? How does that differ from the abstraction of "the I"?
>>7679683
I as I is an abstraction. I as a thing is an abstraction. only I as me is concrete.
So I've been reading about how many editions of V. sold today are unrefined and not approved by Pynchon. What's the best version of V. which is still produced and sold at a reasonable price?
>>7679680
I tried ordering it the other day, it is printed on demand now, not sure which edition. Start looking for used ones would be your best bet though.
>>7679680
He made some last minute changes that were only in like one or two editions that probably aren't even printed anymore. I don't know if it's the most accurate one, but I read the Harper Perennial edition and I had no complaints.
honestly pick up any edition, even the famously shitty vintage edition is still fine, it's not like GR where there are actual missing lines
Are there any websites that provide insightful and in depth literary analysis? I'm specifically looking for something on Virginia Woolf's Orlando but I've never really read any criticism/analysis before now and don't want to waste time with shitty goodreads tier opinion pieces.
my diary to be quite honest.
>>7679677
http://www.laphamsquarterly.org/
Dunno about woolf tho
>>76796774chan.org/lit/
Come back in a week I'm just about to read Orlando too. We can discuss it mate.
What books or stories struck you in such a way that it has stuck with you for years afterward? It can be anything
for me pic related was a really eerie experience when I first read the series years ago. Just the way Wolfe wrote and how alien it felt really tripped me up because I knew its set billions of years into the future and definitely feels foreign, yet very familiar.
I know that's the point and Wolfe gradually reveals more throughout without spoonfeeding in the least, but even after years I would realize something new about the book that I didn't see before. It has layers that made me feel like I was trying to focus on something right before me but I could not look directly at it, I had to take time.
It's definitely one of those series that I appreciate more and more with time, but it still gives me this strange feeling that I still haven't grasped it and have yet to figure out more form Wolfe's writing.
I think I will always remember Walter Moers' The City of Dreaming Books.
It is a story set in a world where everything is about literature and how brilliant (or not) everyone is at writing poems/stories/novel etc. The protagonist sets out on a journey to the capital of books to find the author of an exceptional story he inherited from his godfather.
The way this world, the protagonist's journey and experiences are described is incredible. Despite having read the book several times already, it is always an adventures starting it anew.
Crime and Punishment
Silent Hill 2 (which is actually based off of C+P if you're smart enough to read into it properly)
>second person, present tense
You put the terrible and lazy book inside the trash. You slowly slide a razor up your forearm, unzipping your antebrachial vein and savoring the pain.
>>7679544
I didn't know good poetry could be this simple and charming, and yet somehow truly wicked on a different level
>>7679548
nice meme
>>7679544
Is there anything that's even written like that in its entirety? Sure, there are second person passages where the reader is addressed directly in some books, but I don't think I've ever even heard of a book entirely written in the second person.
Write a stream of consciousness passage and the best work gets a gold star on the chart.
Mixing Pepsi, Lyle's Golden Syrup, the artist consummation summary additive devising polarising divide: column a column b, fuck me, dogmatic ballet leaning on pillar, pillar on pillar on leaning on leaning on on on, an equal number of times goes the t'chk t'chk, g'h'a-ac'ck. E-eee, downing a whole eighth, sweetener false sugar, cancer giver, loose cannon, all the niggas. Broken hot water tap, dispense custom choice, customise fluid flow, light trickles, sprinkle glisten blow.
Filament blended cock concoction tapped basin leaking full expense: Dr. Pepper; Fanta; recognisable, worn slipper of a sprinter. Arduous odorous teeth-rotter, chewing ice cubes, O'Shea Jackson. Vitriol Vicodin trademark pendant patent fifth sensory deprivation aggggg.
The beautiful openings want nothing more than to be touched and caressed by the tender hands of the frail orphan boys who live down by the stream. I can’t sit still I can’t sit still I gotta keep moving can’t stop moving. The other side is overcrowded. The dead have nowhere to go. In a library amongst corpses covered in rabbit blood we sit waiting with our mouths open. Our heads are tilted back to catch the rain and feel it drip down our throats. I’m a postmodern angel who lives inside of a deer carcass I carved it open I found it on the side of the road one Tuesday afternoon and thought that it’d make a good home poor thing must have been hit head on by some careless driver. Two more hours of waiting it feels like all I do is wait and wait and wait and wait and wait my whole existence is comprised of waiting. Years have gone by wasted I don’t even recognize the figure in the mirror anymore.
Its nighttime a blue light shines through my kitchen window from outside someone is peeking in I can’t see their face I don’t want to they turn the light out after a few minutes and once again it is totally dark. Later I’m in bed trying to sleep in the absolute void of my bedroom and hear tiny noises from all over the house my eyes are wide open but I can’t see much I hear my door creek gently. are they coming in? through the shadows I can see something move it’s faint almost negligible it’s vaguely human there’s deep breathing the door is mostly open now and I can sense something’s presence. We sit there in agonizing silence no movement whatsoever then footsteps I turn on a light and there is nothing there was never anything there.
>>7679586
I didn't know good poetry could be this simple and charming, and yet somehow truly wicked on a different level