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I have the urge to re-read Dante's Divine Comedy for the first time since I was in high school. What is the best version available on Kindle? Either the best versions of Inferno, Purgatorio, and Paradiso separately or the best version of the Divine Comedy in one package.

>inb4 Kindle

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What's your late night book of choice before sleeping? I'm currently on this Bobby Fischer biography, and it's good stuff!

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Why is this fucker so well received in the literary field? When poetry involved actual skill, concentration and experience, when people like Milton spent hours writing masterpieces, this motherfucker, William Carlos Williams writes a poem about a fucking wheelbarrow and another of an ice box, and it gets years of literary criticism on how it is able to be categorized as "literature."

Tell me, does so much depend upon a fucking wheelbarrow?

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This book is insane and great and very different from Satantango.

I guess I'm surprised by how personal it is compared with Satantango, which I thought was a very detached exercise in formal trickery (on top of a cool story). The formal trickery remains here (excerpts from scattered sources, chapters numbered by fibonacci sequence), but "Christo Morto" seems really obviously to be about Krasznahorkai himself, and the self-loathing and frustration underlying "Kamo Hunter" definitely don't come from a detached narrator, although it might be disguised as one. The settings of the book also seem more like places he'd be familiar with (both geographically and in the wilds of scholarship), rather than Satantango concentrating on poor farmers while Krasz. was a successful law student.

"Restoration of a Buddha" actually reminded me a lot of David Foster Wallace, esp. Oblivion and The Pale King, with the emphasis on tedium (though treated in a very different way).

What thinks /lit/?

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What are some things I should know before getting into stream of consciousness writing?

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I'm hoping someone on /lit/ can help me get into literature. I've read maybe 3 or 4 novels in my lifetime, but most of those were required reading during English studies in middle school and high school.

I recently picked up pic related and really enjoyed it. The novel paints such a vivid landscape of life after the end of civilization. Unfortunately, the novel is pretty short - I finished it the very same day. I'd definitely like to find more novels in the same vein, but there are so many authors to sift through.

As far as other media is concerned, I'm a huge fan of Mad Max, Fallout, Dark Sun and most anything else based in a post-apocalyptic setting, which is why The Road caught my attention in the first place.

By the way, I did check the Wiki for recommended reading, but the synopses of most of the novels filed under "post-apocalyptic fiction" didn't sound too interesting, or they were too involved with specific political or religious agendas. The Wiki is also very incomplete, having a lot of empty tables and no accompanying descriptions for many entries.

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What is some good starting point for Byron?
Is there a specific recommended press to buy?

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Holy shit guys, i started reading this today, got to 80 pages and just got to the introduction of Jean motherfucking Valjean. 80 PAGES.

This is worse that War and Peace with the descriptions, holy shit. Still i'm really caught on it, excellent so far.

Victor Hugo thread.. i guess?

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>favorite book
>your creative outlet(s)
>if your creative outlet isn't directly related to lit (i.e. photography instead of something like poetry), how do you think X creative outlet has influenced your reading and/or other creative outlets

>Stoner (at the moment)
>writing (mostly poetry, but also short fiction and eventually novels)
>no other creative outlets, but I'd like to get into painting and photography

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Does anyone one has read this novel?, does it worth it?

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Waiting for abook to arrive from Amazon.
I read about 50pages a day, wanna quick read to pass the time
Any suggestions /lit/?

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Is there any book or writer that you avoid, even though you are interested, because you don't want their despair or otherwise negative attitude to rub off on you, or maybe because there are certain depressing things you have an inkling of but don't particularly want to be made aware of in detail?

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Plant and pot,
a page with a blot.
Stick and stone,
chair to rest and some old bone.
Shoe to walk,
a flower's stalk.
Clay in May,
and leaves of the Bay.
Table for food,
anything stewed.
What is it?

I don't have the answer but it would be interesting to see what you come up with.

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What does /lit/ think of this man?

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- Departure -

A leathery chair groaned as a man sat down. A soft cacophony of conversation and the clearing of throats reverberated through the airport gate. The man looked up towards the sign above the jet bridge. "Gate DX." The jet bridge extended out into the open like a pier in a sea of asphalt. Planes were landing and taking off without hesitation and moving at an unsettling pace. As the commotion settled into his senses the mans inner ramblings were interrupted by the pinging of speakers located in the roof. "Flight 1-1 has arrived and will be boarding shortly, thank you for your cooperation" a voice said, clearly and sharp. The jet bridge reached out with a clanging lurch to the vessel slowly approaching the gate. A mass shuffling of feet formed a line entering the jet bridge with the organization of drunken ants. Silhouettes of varying size handed an agent their tickets. One by one sealing their fate to the white vessel located beyond the crystal window. "Ticket please" said a calculated voice. The man handed the agent his ticket and walked along the jet bridge.