/lit/ - Literature

>Dubliners: great
>Portrait: awful
>Ulysses: brilliant
>Finnegans Wake: unintelligible

Is there a more inconscient writer ranked among the greatest of all kind?

has gurm ever commented on any non-genre authors?
i wanna know what his thoughts on some of the /lit/ favorites like pynchon or dostoy would be, if he's even ever read them.

>>22991923
>>22991949
Other parts in Albanian I forgot to include:

“any gotsquantity of racky” — racky is the Albanian word “raki” (pronounced with the stress on the second syllable — ra-KEY), a potent liquor/moonshine originating from Turkey and which is a staple in the lives of some Albanians/Eastern Europeans/Balkaners, to whose countries raki was introduced.

“a portogal and some buk setting out on the sofer” — “buk” is the word “bread” in Albanian.

“you remember the sort of softball sucker motru used to tell us when we were all biribiyas or nippies and messas”

Motru is motër, or the word “sister” in Albanian. Of “biribiyas” — “biri” is son in Albanian, and the Albanian word “bija” means “daughter” (the written letter “j” in Albanian is pronounced like “y” in English). “Nippie” is the Albanian word “nipi” or grandson in Albanian, “mesa” is the Albanian word “mbesa” (roughly pronounced the same as mesa), meaning “granddaughter”.

And there are probably yet other words/puns in Albanian (and of course other languages) I’m overlooking or momentarily forgetting (I have a much better grasp of English than I do Albanian).

But they’re there. And, autistic/schizo as it may seem, it’s legitimately awe-inspiring, in my opinion, that Joyce did this for 17 years — created a Hermetic, Byzantine, esoteric/occult-like tome with as many obscure allusions as he crammed into it, while also focusing on sheer beauty of language, on reaching the sheer aesthetic, poetic, and “heavenly intonations” he attained in at least some passages of FW. (Even Nabokov, a strong critic of the Wake, from whom I take this quoted phrase “heavenly intonations”, had to begrudgingly admit such “heavenly intonations” in FW.)

Joyce himself might put it this way:

>Phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish.

And, by the way, just tangentially to the main topic of this thread, Joyce’s Dubliners and Portrait are also STRONGLY underrated and underdiscussed here, I feel. They are themselves great and far more lucid, understandable, humble works (if that’s what you prefer) of Joyce’s that already reach tremendous literary, psychological, and poetic heights and, even early on in his career, already revealed Joyce as a sort of secular mystic trying to touch on transcendental and timeless themes through literature, through sheer aestheticism, and, of course, also through trying to encapsulate and manifest the character of Ireland (Dublin particularly) in his works, like an epic poet or national bard might if reincarnated/metempsychosised in a modern, somewhat more neurotic phenotype.

>>22991923
>>22991949
Other parts in Albanian I forgot to include:

“any gotsquantity of racky” — racky is the Albanian word “raki” (pronounced with the stress on the second syllable — ra-KEY), a potent liquor/moonshine originating from Turkey and which is a staple in the lives of some Albanians/Eastern Europeans/Balkaners, in whose countries raki was introduced.

“a portogal and some buk setting out on the sofer” — “buk” is the word “bread” in Albanian.

“you remember the sort of softball sucker motru used to tell us when we were all biribiyas or nippies and messas”

Motru is motër, or the word “sister” in Albanian. Of “biribiyas” — “biri” is son in Albanian, and the Albanian word “bija” means “daughter” (the written letter “j” in Albanian is pronounced like “y” in English). “Nippie” is the Albanian word “nipi” or grandson in Albanian, “mesa” is the Albanian word “mbesa” (roughly pronounced the same as mesa), meaning “granddaughter”.

And there are probably yet other words/puns in Albanian (and of course other languages) I’m overlooking or momentarily forgetting (I have a much better comprehension of English than I do Albanian).

But they’re there. And, autistic/schizo as it may seem, it’s legitimately awe-inspiring, in my opinion, that Joyce did this for 17 years — created a Hermetic, Byzantine, esoteric/occult-like tome with as many obscure allusions as he crammed into it, while also focusing on sheer beauty of language, on reaching the sheer aesthetic, poetic, and “heavenly intonations” Joyce attains in passages of FW. (Even Nabokov, a strong critic of the work, from
whom I take this quotes phrase, had to begrudgingly admit such “heavenly intonations” in Finnegans Wake.)

Joyce himself might put it this way:

>Phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish.

And, by the way, just tangentially to the main topic of this thread, his Dubliners and A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man are also STRONGLY underrated and underdiscussed here, I feel. They are themselves great and far more lucid, understandable, less-pretentious works (if that’s what you prefer) of Joyce’s that already reach tremendous literary, psychological, and poetic heights and, even early on in his career, already revealing Joyce as a sort of secular mystic trying to touch on transcendental and timeless themes through literature, through sheer aestheticism, and, of course, also through trying to encapsulate and manifest the character of Ireland (Dublin particularly) in his works.

I’m not a Dubliner or Irish, but Joyce’s potrayal of Dubliners and of the Irish can still be sublime to me, same as Faulkner’s portrayal of the American South is sublime (despite me not being a Southerner), same as Shakespeare can be sublime despite the reader not being a Dane, a Scot, an Englishman, etc.

>has a fart fetish

why should I try to do anything, if no matter what I'll never achieve the same level of master in it as James Joyce achieved in literature? I should honestly just fucking kill myself already.

>>22148704
Replace Pynchon with Joyce and this would be perfect.

>>21979893
it's an anomaly, more of a puzzle than a book really, but there's also an aesthetic to be enjoyed in and of itself regardless of the actual plot or recounting every minute reference. Knowing and embracing both aspects is key to grasping its dreamy intrigue.

>He possessed Defoe's complete works, and had read every line of them. Of only three other writers, he said, could he make this claim: Flaubert, Ben Jonson and Ibsen
Is this some kind of shitpost? Would it be fashionable to make a statement like this at the time or is he being serious?

I'm reading Dubliners and I am extremely confused
I read the Dead in the past and I liked it, it created a vivid image of a party in Ireland in my head and then it hit me with that ending right in the head
Now I'm trying to read the stories in order and it's frustrating
The story just ends and I'm left with nothing, with the Dead I was left 'swooning' but with the Two Sisters I feel like if I were skim reading I'd be left thinking nothing at all about what I had just read
Is there a secret to Dubliners that I'm not aware of?
What did he want to confess? Why was he thought of as a simoniac? He's thinking of Simony, Paralysis and Gnomon but you don't just call someone a simoniac for no reason

I'll admit it, I'm intimidated by this perverted fecalpheliac. I know Ulysses is going to filter me.

It's obvious while reading his works that he was a Daoist sage. I will not elaborate further.

>>21799854
So James Joyce basically

I'm a big tree trunk strutting butt fucking cock sucking bad wad glad sad scary mothafucka and what a Big beefy Brazilian mommy like me wants a big beefy Brazillian daddy like me gets. I'm the biggest baddest, beefiest mothafucka on this board and you bet yo bootayhole my dick is going so far up your ass you're gonna be writing like nabokov with my quill of a dick in your brain. My prose is so fucking fine I hate to spoil on you sorry saps. I fucking hate this board and you virgins who can't fuck like me. If any of you faggots want to quit reading like little bitches and learn to fuck like a me, a big beefy scary man, a dude on the beach you want to run from then you bet your ass big daddy Federico Strutting mothafucka like myself is gonna teach you the wayz un un un. HEHEHHEHEHEH.

It sucks having better taste than 99 percent of the board and everyone you meet irl. For example, if you dislike Modernism or don't consider Pound the most influential poet or Joyce the most prolific novelist or prose writer of all time, I could safely disregard everything you have to say. I know my prose is better than all of you as well, so it really feels like me mentoring you all whenever you think you could speak to me. Oh well, I guess when I make it and you don't you could claim me as one of your own. lel, look out for my book in the coming months, and no I'm not some self-published hack.

>>21391007
>love Christopher hitchens
>>21391014
>love communism
Yep it's a lit thread

In the 19th century, the novel was contested by the opposites of Symbolism and Naturalism; these both are unwitting species of Romanticism; Romanticism, posited in the theories of Burke and Kant, made the sentiments the subject of art; Symbolism took this to the extremes of inner life, Naturalism applied it to ‘reality’. They are common in that their starting point is psychology; the Naturalist theories of Zola or Taine are a series of claims about how the temperament and sentimental life of individuals are affected by social conditions, and in this theory of mind they don’t differ from Peladen or Mallarme. Modernism produced a great amount of originality by rejecting the distinction between the subject and the world, and making consciousness itself the matter of art: this is what Ulysses and Malevich’s Black Cube have in common; they don’t seek to produce certain sentiments, but to focus on the production of sentiment in itself. Unity of form and content, the pure quale, was the Modernist credo. Symbols were used to describe reality.

Postmodernism is when the consciousness of the subject became the consciousness of the author; instead of narrating the waking life of Leopold Bloom, with the ‘stream of consciousness’ relating to the life of this fictional character, the tactics of ambiguity elucidated the mind creating him. Books became primarily about their authors. The span of postwar literature consists of two species, both of which testify to this fact. There is the tradition of the first person narrator ‘free associating’ in a linear narrative, beginning with Hamsun and ending with the contemporary ‘autofictional’ memoir; here the author is the ‘content’ of the book in a straightforward way. It takes from Ulysses the freedom of a single consciousness narrating itself. The second species is sometimes called ‘Maximalism’ sometimes ‘Hysterical Realism’ sometimes ‘postmodernism’: identifiable by shared features of great length, third person or switching narration and the self-conscious presentation of the characters as fictional (with absurd implication); it takes from Ulysses the referential tableaux and symbolic codices.

Elementary Particles - Houellebecq
A Portrait of The Artist as a Young Man - Joyce
It will be my first time reading either author.

What era of James Joyce, the best writer from our language's "Modernist" movement, is your favorite and why.

May 21 to June 4: Dubliners
June 5 to June 14: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
June 16: Ulysses

>Dubliners
https://gutenberg.org/ebooks/2814

>A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/4217/

>Ulysses
https://gutenberg.org/ebooks/4300/

>My sweet little whorish Nora,

>I did as you told me, you dirty little girl, and pulled myself off twice when I read your letter. I am delighted to see that you do like being fucked arseways. Yes, now I can remember that night when I fucked you for so long backwards. It was the dirtiest fucking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck up in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue come bursting out through your lips and if I gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora’s fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.

>You say when I go back you will suck me off and you want me to lick your cunt, you little depraved blackguard. I hope you will surprise me some time when I am asleep dressed, steal over me with a whore’s glow in your slumbrous eyes, gently undo button after button in the fly of my trousers and gently take out your lover’s fat mickey, lap it up in your moist mouth and suck away at it till it gets fatter and stiffer and comes off in your mouth. Sometime too I shall surprise you asleep, lift up your skirts and open your hot drawers gently, then lie down gently by you and begin to lick lazily round your bush. You will begin to stir uneasily then I will lick the lips of my darling’s cunt. You will begin to groan and grunt and sigh and fart with lust in your sleep. Then I will lick up faster and faster like a ravenous dog until your cunt is a mass of slime and your body wriggling wildly.

>Goodnight, my little farting Nora, my dirty little fuckbird! There is one lovely word, darling, you have underlined to make me pull myself off better. Write me more about that and yourself, sweetly, dirtier, dirtier.

Is there a better author name than "James Augustine Aloysius Joyce"? His name literally sounds like his prose.

>mogs all writers with prose about farts

From the same time period or not