Post what you're reading and how you're enjoying it so far

>>8885038
Got White Noise. Fucking bowled over by it in all honesty and regret not reading it earlier. I think about death quite a lot so I identify with the narrator a lot personally. The critique of consumerism is great as well and Heinrich is great I loved that passage where they argued about the rain.

I'm reading A Christmas Carol
I like it a lot so far, Charles Dickens' voice is one of the most unique I've ever heard, he has that sort of wit that is really fun to read. God bless us, every one.

The Wendigo

>>8885038
you'd better be reading the original greek, faggot

Reading Seiobo There Below

I'm enjoying it overall, Krasznahorkai's prose is incredibly well done and it manages to talk about art without being unbearably pretentious.

I just wish it had more variety in the stories. "dude italian renaissance painters" is beaten into the ground a bit by the end.

Reading "The Drowning Pool" by Ross Macdonald. It's early on, but I can see the little bits and pieces that remind me of Raymond Chandler, something I didn't really see in Hammett's first book, but I'll go back and read his others sometime. Macdonald's first book also had those Chandler-esque glimpses, and I'm excited to find it in a more prolific author.

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>>8885137
Yes no

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Diomedes is on some Guts tier shit right now, god damn

"There—
he killed Astynous, then Hypiron, a frontline captain.
One he stabbed with a bronze lance above the nipple,
the other his heavy sword hacked at the collarbone,
right on the shoulder, cleaving the whole shoulder
clear of neck and back. And he left them there,
dead, and he made a rush at Abas and Polyidus,
sons of Eurydamas, an aged reader of dreams,
but the old prophet read no dreams for them
when they set out for Troy-Diomedes laid them low
then swung to attack the two sons of Phaenops,
hardy Xanthus and Thoon, both men grown tall
as their father shrank away with wasting age ...
he'd never breed more sons to leave his riches to.
The son of Tydeus killed the two of them on the spot,
he ripped the dear life out of both and left their father
tears and wrenching grief. Now he'd never welcome
his two sons home from war, alive in the flesh,
and distant kin would carve apart their birthright."