how far are you? finishing book 2 rn (1st one was much better)
just a comfy read? is he a great writer? is the ideology of thebook actually fascist
>>7588704
I've read all six. Personally I thought book 2 was the best in the entire series.
>is the ideology of thebook actually fascist
What?
>>7588716
when he talks with his friend Geir they keep referring to "anti-liberal thinkers", Geir says about some author "he wasn't a fascist... I woulnd't mind if he was" and one of the writers they seem to admire (Hauge?) praised Hitler in his diaries IIRC
it's very subtle and I probably wouldn't care, and I might be wrong (that's why i'm asking) but one of the reviews from the Guardian mentioned it as well
>>7588716
Yeah, that seems to be the commonly-held opinion. I've yet to read the second book, but I'm hyped as it apparently depicts his life as a late teenager/young adult.
ITT: Why was this book so damn good?
General post-apocalypse discussion thread.
The vidya sucked desu
>>7588320
No, desu. Pls an hero, faget.
>>7588320
Oh please the vidya was excellent
I just finished Lolita , and before that My Struggle Vol. 1. Loved both, in different ways, equally.
Now, from the following list, which book do you recommend that I should read next?
(Multiple selections totally ok)
1. My Struggle, Vol. 2. Knausgaard
2. Blood Meridian. McCarthy
3. Gravity's Rainbow. Pynchon
4. Moby Dick. Melville
5. Snuff. Pelevin
6. Mythology. Hamilton (Prelude to The Greeks)
7. The Pale King. Wallace
8. Finnegans Wake. Joyce
9. War and Peace. Tolstoy
10. The Prague Cemetery. Eco
11. The Old Man and the Sea. Hemingway
12. The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire (Penguin Classics). Gibbon
Thanks in advance!
I dunno, Moby Dick?
>>7587767
>fallling for this many memes
Blood Meridian
Skip Finnegan's Wake
Hello, as a child a read a book and I have been unable to recall its name for years now and Googling does not help. In the story various people have talents such as empathy or telekinesis and they serve the king etc... Well one body has the ability to create fire which is a powerful and rare ability. So rare that the only other guy is a guy who has a slight ability to use every power. I think all of these special people also can telepathically talk to their horses. Does this sound familiar to any?
>7kb image
>>7586698
It is unrelated.
>>7586702
images are an integral part to any good thread, anon.
ITT we talk about our favorite legends. I'll start.
My favorite myth from Greek legend is the tale of Sisyphus. Guy had some serious balls. He went and trapped Thanatos (basically the grim reaper) and kept people from dying for a time.
Then the gods got pissed, set Thanatos free, and punished Sisyphus by having him roll a big rock up a hill, only to have it fall back down, and do it again and again until death.
Shit makes for a great tragic hero story. Guy was literally saving lives, only to get punished for life because he stepped out of line. Not all heroes wear capes I guess.
Forgot to mention, the legends you post don't have to be Greek. Any old legend will do, I just like hearing stories from other cultures.
Goatman
If the book of Genesis ain't in your top five books of all time your opinion is pretty much worthless. There is more lore crammed into the first few chapters than every single novel written in the 20th century combined.
anyone down for a writing prompt thread?
write a list of all your first kisses
first kiss list
>implying
reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
>first kiss
I'm still waiting for mine.
>your mum m8
#Rekt
/thread
MODERN LIT THREAD
talk about what's new, what's good, what's not popular but should be.
I want some suggestions on hidden 21st Century gold, every time I go to a book store all I see are shitty teen fictions copying divergent and hunger games success or shitty fantasy copying Game of thrones
My Struggle - Knausgaard
Neapolitan Novels - Ferrante
Your Face Tomorrow - Marias
The Map and the Territory - Houellebecq
The Roving Shadows - Quignard
>>7584950
shit taste
>>7584957
What do you recommend?
How can I tell whether a story I've written is good or not?
>>7584515
It's subjective
>>7584521
/thread
>>7584515
Submit it and see what happens, faglord
>post anything (picture; words; subject you want to learn about; &/or)
>give or get recs
Has /lit/ immersed itself in the future consequences of our soon-to-be post-industrial life yet yet?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNqTsBgQsrw
Heres some stream of consciousness bullshit oh yeah how many times am i going to not kill myself each day after another like plath's series of white rooms, brush teeth shower eat shit fuck breathe gaseous exchange, make the blood red make it blue and then draw it
Beksinski said his son was murdered at noon, and christ gave up the ghost at 3PM and here we are at 3AM, this witching hour, this dark night, this dawnless day. Kill me kill me kill me but first lemme brush my teeth
You know what would be a better thread: "Write a paragraph about yourself and others recommend a book based on this."
tfw you realize the people with actual creative/interesting minds are not browsing internet forums/boards and so you are inevitably wasting your time with idiots who are just trying to abate their loneliness like you are with fleeting tidbits of opinionated communication
Yeah so
>>7583650
sounds about right. Im gonna get off /lit/ now
we can all pretend, that is good enough
Recomemnd me good about lonely people. Something like Hunger by Knut Hamsun
>>7583168
>Recomemnd me good about
>>7583177
good books ofc
White Nights
Hey /lit/ what's your opinion on Cormac McCarthy? I just started The Road and it seems like what might happen if some good literature fucked an airport novel.
>spits
>not starting with suttree
>>7582805
>reading his worst book
>>>/reddit/
How the fuck do i read this book, /lit/?
It is confusing as fuck, but i heard it was really good so i bought it.
The only good chapter so far is the one about the guy waiting for his weed delivery. Then it's talking about some random iranians or something...
Help
>he
>got
>meme'd
>>7582010
thanks for making me feel smart
>>7582010
It's starts getting more coherent around 200-250 pages in, but you're going to encounter a lot of digressions and vignettes. You will also encounter endnotes longer than 10 pages.
If you're not digging the style already, don't torture yourself. If you do, just truck on.
Is there such a thing as wish-fulfillment romantic fiction for men?
Please respond.
Anything criticised for having a magic pixie dream girl archetype in.
>>7581077
Wes Anderson Movies. All art house indie dramas. I'm sure there are some books too but who could be bothered to read them.
>>7581088
>who could be bothered to read them.
y-yeah
Hi /lit/
I am writing a novel, and I can't decide on which narrative mode to adopt.
I will post an excerpt in both first-person and third-person perspectives.
Tell me which one reads better.
depending on the rest of the story
without the rest of the story of course the first person makes more sense since it can be already finished
Clouds hang over brick buildings. My eyes follow their movement. Raindrops leave streaks of water on a giant window I am leaning against. I look into the eyes of my own reflection in the glass. Two transparent, pale brown dots. I look down and cars are beetles and people ants on wet streets down below. I have vertigo. In the dizziness-induced darkness, I see myself falling down 76 floors and splattering onto pavement among all sorts of cars and yellow cabs into a mass of flesh, bones, and intestines. I imagine my skull cracking open and my brain splitting. My cerebral functions would stop and all the demons hiding in my mind would vanish too. The darkness dissipates. Although the sun is nowhere to be seen, clouds lit by daylight are bright enough to make my pupils contract. I walk backward to plunge into a sofa filled with soft silicon that surrounds me like a womb. My eye are fixed upon the window in which the shining clouds and building rooftops are still visible.
I think of smashing the window with a hammer. Then I ponder the difficulty of sneaking a hammer into my room and the hardness of quadruple fortified glass. I think fortified glass shatters into harmless, pebble-like pieces but in my mind the glass nevertheless shatters into a thousand pieces big and sharp enough to be lethal. I see the gravity-fueled glass raining down on unassuming pedestrians.
I imagine the innocent pedestrians, their heads pierced by sharp glass, moaning and bleeding on the ground. I don't want to hurt them. People who wanted to get to their school, work, friends, lovers, family, etc. People who breathed freely, who looked without fear.
I would never want to hurt them, even though they are not like me.
Clouds hang over brick buildings. Jamie's eyes follow their movement. Raindrops leave streaks of water on a giant window Jamie is leaning against. He looks into the eyes of his own reflection in the glass. Two transparent, pale brown dots. Jamie looks down and cars are beetles and people ants on wet streets down below. Jamie has vertigo. In the dizziness-induced darkness, he sees himself falling down 76 floors and splattering onto pavement among all sorts of cars and yellow cabs into a mass of flesh, bones, and intestines. Jamie imagines his skull cracking open and his brain splitting. His cerebral functions would stop and all the demons hiding in his mind would vanish too. The darkness dissipates. Although the sun is nowhere to be seen, clouds lit by daylight are bright enough to make Jamie's pupils contract. He walks backward to plunge into a sofa filled with soft silicon that surrounds him like a womb. His eyes are fixed upon the window in which the shining clouds and building rooftops are still visible.
He thinks of smashing the window with a hammer. Then he ponders the difficulty of sneaking a hammer into his room and the hardness of quadruple fortified glass. He thinks fortified glass shatters into harmless, pebble-like pieces but in his mind the glass nevertheless shatters into a thousand pieces big and sharp enough to be lethal. Jamie sees the gravity-fueled glass raining down on unassuming pedestrians.
He imagines the innocent pedestrians, their heads pierced by sharp glass, moaning and bleeding on the ground. Jamie doesn't want to hurt them. People who wanted to get to their school, work, friends, lovers, family, etc. People who breathed freely, who looked without fear.
Jamie would never want to hurt them, even though they are not like him.