/lit/ - Literature

>it's more than 4 pages long
>talks about their feelings reading the book
>make aspersions to the meaning of the book

>nonplussed

>>22027178
hmmm

I want to escape into a different place and time through short stories and novellas
Anyone know of any good collections for this?
Examples
A French farmer in Vendée or a student during the Second Republic
A priest working in his parish during the collapse of Kievan Rus from the Mongol invasion
An Australian convict who hears rumours of buried treasure in the bush and his quest to go dig it up without notifying the authorities
The daughter of a wealthy man in the Southern Aristocracy who likes reading Walter Scott novels and imagines herself as a princess as the prospect of defeat is becoming obvious to those around her
A Chinese prefect during the Han dynasty who is facing a local rebellion being pushed by a secret society and needs to stamp it out through investigation
Please help me out

>Joyce
>Mccarthy
>Pynchon
>Nabokov
>Faulkner
What are some authors like these?
I have read 1 novel from each of these + Dubliners which I loved
Any suggestion for poetry I should read? I am new to serious reading
Something I really love is everyday things, very familiar experiences, being rendered in unique words

>>21775487
I told her of my penis but she didn't believe me
Thus I showed it and she called the police

>>21748441
Hmm, yes, I see... So by putting a triangle inside the triangle you get more triangles for free... very interesting...

How good do you think the famous "intellectuals" would've been at video games? Imagine the hilarity of seeing them lose intellectually in learning new things to some "dumb" zoomer who doesn't give a fuck about literature yet can figure out how to optimize systems much better than these writers. I believe this experiment, if it could take place, would crumble all authority from every intellectual as it would reveal they suck at learning.

>>21508889
"In attaining Likeness to God," we read. And this is explained as "becoming just and holy, living by wisdom," the nature grounded in Virtue.
Agree. Though I would rather phrase the ending as "the nature being grounded in Virute".
>"... To what Divine-Being, then, would our Likeness be?...
*To what Divine-Being, then, would our Likenessing be?, or To what Divine-Being, then, would our Likeness be(-ing)?
>But, at the beginning, we are met by the doubt whether even in this Divine-Being all the virtues find place—Moral-Balance, for example; or Fortitude where there can be no danger, since nothing is alien; where there could be nothing alluring whose lack could induce the desire of possession.
The Divine-Being is possessing The Being Good; thus it is possessing Growing and Adding, not Lessening and Subtracting. Therefore, it keeps Moral-Balance by Growing and Adding to each moral. Lessening a moral is the act of The Being Evil which the Divine-Being is not possessing. The Divine-Being ,having Growing, is possessing what Plotinus calls Fortitude as well because Growing only wills Growing, and thus there is time when Lessening and Growing stalemate one another. Such a state is called Fortitude. The Divine-Being possessing Adding and Growing implies it is Adding and Growing its lack. This is not desire, but merely the work of Adding and Growing
>>21508936
>the elimination of appetites including those sexual and gastrointestinal concern
Elimination has to do Destroying and Lessening—the working of The Being Evil. The Being Good takes care of those appetites by Adding and Growing its lack while not neglecting other appetites and moral duties.

>>21488155
Maiden,
No prospect of hardship comes to me new or unexpected
I anticipated it all and have rehearsed in the privacy of my mind
You make these quizzes today—I have always quizzed myself and prepared my human self for human possibilities

Used to read a lot when I was younger, I'm getting back into it now, got a kindle and am downloading all my books. I need good philosophy books that get me started on the subject. I'm currently in the process of reading Meditations

How do you motivate yourselves to read as a low IQ loser? If you're low iq with no abilities or friends and also no impulsivity chad traits, all you can do is read. But it's so frustrating knowing how much everyone else mogs you. Every word is humiliation and pain when you consider how much quicker and yet more thorough the superior peoples' understanding of the same text is. There's no escape from the hell of being low iq, not even in books.

All my friends are 1800+ in chess, I struggle to get past 1200 no matter how hard I try. Is there a point to reading intellectual books or should I just consign myself to watching reality television and eating pizza like im supposed to? Isn't it a bit ridiculous to be reading Kant only to make multiple logical mistakes in a row only a moments later? If a chessboard is too complex, the nature of reality, knowledge etc. probably is too.

More stuff similar to "The King of Elfland's Daughter"? Apart from "Little, Big".

>>20587897
Don't ask them about the hairdo, they tend to be quite sensitive over that bit of missing understanding.

Killing a practitioner is seen as being an unlucky thing to do. One noble who raped and murdered a practitioner found himself unable to ejaculate ever after. The owner of a ill maintained cart that crushed another soon found himself with a debilitating case of arthritis, and he was only 37. Intent doesn't seem to be a big factor, killing one by mistake carries a similar severity of outcome as killing one from malice.

The effects seems to diminish the farther they stray from their seat of power. So pilgrims in search of ancient tomes or wanting to preserve contemporary knowledge in distant lands need to be weary. Likewise foreigners visiting from abroad may not believe in the superstitions and could have an interesting learning experience.

Governments have come to the conclusion that conscripting them in military service is not advisable neither is restricting their travels or activities.

And the knowledge they hoard is a commodity that can be purchased. It is collected by going to an indexer or a person who knows what other people know, this may take several steps in a seemingly haphazard way before a pauper is brought up from the slums to recite to the accounts from the diary of some noble as he traveled in a distant land way back when.

The books exist in the cathedral, but they are only organized by who was assigned to memorize them so they know when to pass them off to someone else when that retainer dies. If knowledge dies those books are simply piled up in a que of knowledge needing to be learned and it may take a while before someone is appointed to re-learn it.

>>20381019
Well said.

For those the race of Israel oft forsook
Their Living Strength, and unfrequented left
His righteous altar, bowing lowly down
To bestial gods; for which their heads as low
Bowed down in battle, sunk before the spear
Of despicable foes. With these in troop
Came Astoreth, whom the Phoenicians called
Astarte, queen of heaven, with crescent horns;
To whose bright image nightly by the moon
Sidonian virgins paid their vows and songs;
In Sion also not unsung, where stood
Her temple on th’ offensive mountain, built
By that uxorious king whose heart, though large,
Beguiled by fair idolatresses, fell
To idols foul. Thammuz came next behind,
Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured
The Syrian damsels to lament his fate
In amorous ditties all a summer’s day...

Says here they raped him.

The back of his head touched the vivid green shoots of a gigantic willow tree whose roots, like great thirsty serpents, plunged below the flowing water.

He let his oars sink into the water and commenced pulling with long furious strokes. He began now to feel a longing to make love to her again; and in his vicious cold-blooded manner, like the depravity of a weather-beaten tramp, he began telling himself stories of exactly how he would do this as soon as he could create the opportunity.

Their love was lust, a healthy, earthy, muddy, weather-washed lust, like the love of water-rats in Alder Dyke or the love of badgers on Brandon Heath.

Like a patient nun in a courtesan's tiring-room Cordelia watched her, a little twisted smile on her lips.

This word "cad" she brought out with vibrant relish like a pet dagger from a hidden sheath. She glowed in her indignation to see the twitch of his poor, funny chin as she plunged it in.

The words emanated from a pale, insubstantial husk upon the air, a husk that resembled the cast-off skin of a snake or the yet more fragile skin of a newt, diaphanous and yet flaccid, a form, a shape, a human transparency, limned upon the darkness above the great chair to the left of the fireplace. The words were almost as faint as the sub-human breathings of the plants in the conservatory. They were like the creakings of chairs after people have left a room for hours. They were like the opening and shutting of a door in an empty house. They were like the groan of a dead branch in an unfrequented shrubbery at the edge of a forsaken garden. They were like the whistle of the wind in a ruined clock-tower, a clock-tower without bell or balustrade, bare to the rainy sky, white with the droppings of jack-daws and starlings, forgetful of its past, without a future save that of anonymous dissolution. They were like words murmured in a ruined court where water fn>m broken cisterns drips disconsolately upon darkening stones, while one shapeless idol talks to another shapeless idol as the night falls. They were like the murmurs of forgotten worm-eaten boards, lying under a dark, swift stream, boards that once were the mossy spokes of some old water-mill and in their day have caught the gleam of many a morning sun but now are hardly noticeable even to swimming water-rats. No sooner were these words uttered, than a simulacrum in human form, seated opposite to the shade of the Rector returned a bitter response.

>>19781073
She ain't even showing cleavage.

>>19586562
>myth of sisyphus is nothing but merely hiperbole story
No way....

>>19516921

What are some of the best classics out there,
possibly about adventure/war?
Famously acclaimed cream of the crop, I mean, which would you recommend?