/lit/ - Literature

1. Children with autism on a Linguistics spectrum
2. In a liberal Linguistics Uni they will always shove Chomsky down your throat like he's a Linguistics demi-god on Earth. So Chomsky.
3. Very interesting to say the least. It's amazing how language usage and comprehension can change between subjects with linguistic impairment (Not necessarily someone speaking like a stupid ogre, but rather anyone with any sort of mental impairment or condition).

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>>11450834
infinite jest

wake up and feel that middle class ennui boys

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The swing between two sexual extremes is pretty normal. Totally vanilla, hetero sex for decades, and then he wants to have weird sex, big surprise. The wife is the one who fucked up by making him realize he could have a more thrilling sex life and basically forcing him into it. Neither of them have become really sick yet. Maybe the wife because she seems like she wants BDSM. The guy just wants to cum in young holes.

Also you'll probably like The Corrections. It's more 1990s - 2000s than 2010 - 2020, but out of everything I've read it captures the feel of contemporary life, minus the internet, the best. Particularly the self satisfaction hanging over the abyss of certain degeneration.All the weird sex stuff is there too.

The great internet novel you want hasn't been written yet. We don't have the historical distance.

>Claims to hate white guys
>Sucks white cock every night
What?

What's are the oddest things you do, or the odder things you've done, that've impacted your reading? And how?

Corollary: have you ever done anything odd, or do you do anything odd, because, or for, your reading? For example, when I was a kid I tried Turkish Delight because of C.S Lewis.

DFW, of course. Everything he writes is suffocating in his prolixity and ratiocination. Grammar and logic of a diseased mind, terrible air of teacher's petness. Was once awed by his command of language and his clear seriousness of intent. I admire high seriousness much less now.

Margaret Atwood. Her writing is paint-by-the-numbers impressionistic realism dressing up cliches that have been altered just enough not to be clichs, but I used to think it was "lyrical" like all the reviewers and that her stories were good.

Hunter S. Thompson. He has three or four genuinely good essays, Fear and Loathing is a decent comic novel, but everything else is all style and no substance, and often more pose than style. Used to think he was the no-bullshit man. He is a statue made of bullshit.

Similiarly, Bukowski. Embarrassed I ever liked his poetry. Coolness and culture for people without either. Was a teenager. Think he is essentially for teenagers.

Adulous Huxley. Ayn Rand for mushroom users. Dusty Edwardian suit.

Virginia Woolf. Genuine master of style and of a certain kind of psychological penetration but with absolutely no sense of how context affects character. Work is always missing something essential because of this. Compare to Tolstoy. Also a snob, cribbed everything from Joyce and dressed him down.

Graham Greene. Frigid as a corpse.