/lit/ - Literature

The Jew is the Ego, the nigger is pure Id, and the White Man (who is thus tasked with creating and maintaining a perfect, merit-based White society) is the Superego.

>>11239382
Bloom's Critical Guides: Selected /lit/ shitposts.

'heil hitler.png', 1488 pixels by 1488 pixels, was posted by the self intitulated 'me' from somewhere between the dense brazillian jungles and the skyscrapping Himalayan mountains. Shakespeare is most present where he's never even mentioned, 'God hides to show himself', quoting Eliot, and the Bard is no different.
Pay attention to the choice of the passive first person pronoun instead of the active one, I, Ich, Ieu, etc. The author, like a Hamlet, listens to himself, before the overwhelming, huge dicked I of the greatest british playwrite, his being is instantly passive, legs stretched up into the air and ass open to receive all of His bulging anxiety of influence.
Here the author tries a trick: by referring to himself in the image with the post, he constructs a new I, an I to whom the I that constructed the picture is nothing more than an object, a shadow. However even this now I is humble: he takes on the title 'me', to show that he may try, he may revolt, yet he still accepts Shakespeare, and exactly because he accepts him is why he has no talent. Surely, this is the worst post in the selection, and whoever picked it deserves to be lynched to death for leaving behind such great works as 'Nigger Novella' and 'Big guy for Thou'. Probably chose him because he's black.

>>11057470

Alexandr Pushkin (1799–1837)
Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804–1864)
Hans Christian Andersen (1805–1875)
Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849)
Nikolai Gogol (1809–1852)
Ivan Turgenev (1818–1883)
Herman Melville (1819–1891)
Lewis Carroll (1832–1898)
Mark Twain (1835–1910)
Henry James (1843–1916)
Guy de Maupassant (1850–1893)
Joseph Conrad (1857–1924)
Anton Chekhov (1860–1904)
O. Henry (1862–1910)
Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936)
Thomas Mann (1875–1955)
Jack London (1876–1916)
Sherwood Anderson (1876–1941)
Stephen Crane (1879–1900)
James Joyce (1882–1941)
Franz Kafka (1883–1924)
D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930)
Katherine Anne Porter (1890–1980)
Isaac Babel (1894–1940)
F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896–1940)
William Faulkner (1897–1962)
Ernest Hemingway (1899–1961)
Jorge Luis Borges (1899–1986)
John Steinbeck (1902–1968)
Eudora Welty (1909–2001)
John Cheever (1912–1982)
Julio Cortázar (1914–1984)
Shirley Jackson (1919–1965)
J.D. Salinger (1919–)
Italo Calvino (1923–1985)
Flannery O’Connor (1925–1964)
Cynthia Ozick (1928–)
John Updike (1932–)
Raymond Carver (1938–1988)

You know, I don’t want to be offensive. But ‘Infinite Jest’ is just awful. It seems ridiculous to have to say it. He can’t think, he can’t write. There’s no discernible talent.

I was upset when the National Book Award gave Stephen King a special award in 2003, but Stephen King is Cervantes compared to David Foster Wallace. We have no standards left.

Wallace seems to have been a very sincere and troubled person, but that doesn’t mean I have to endure reading him. I even resented the use of the term from Shakespeare, when Hamlet calls the king’s jester Yorick, ‘a fellow of infinite jest.’

You know, I don’t want to be offensive. But ‘Infinite Jest’ is just awful. It seems ridiculous to have to say it. He can’t think, he can’t write. There’s no discernible talent.

I was upset when the National Book Award gave Stephen King a special award in 2003, but Stephen King is Cervantes compared to David Foster Wallace. We have no standards left.

Wallace seems to have been a very sincere and troubled person, but that doesn’t mean I have to endure reading him. I even resented the use of the term from Shakespeare, when Hamlet calls the king’s jester Yorick, ‘a fellow of infinite jest.’

>>8281367
I think this woman has a rather broad definition of what it means to be a "bad guy."

>>4982425

Thus proving those who read Rowling are condemned to fail at writing dialogue forever more.

Challenges the mind, but ultimately touches the heart. A remarkable tour de force.

>>3388542
its in the canon u cheeky kunt

The best novel I've read in years, or the best novel I've ever read? This is a difficult question to answer, but Daniel Bishop's thoroughly-engaging magnum opus will leave the reader in a state of literature-induced euphoria, and it is certainly worthy of a place in the Western canon.

Above Homer, Dante, The King James Bible and even surpassing Shakespeare, THIS is mankind's masterpiece.

much talent can be discerned

Absolutely brilliant. I'm at a loss for words. All I can see is that this book is an essential piece of literature for any "true" reader.

Bolano is a period piece. His excess attracts and fades away.

>>2639997
+1

Schindlers List was great

"AVC: You placed Blood Meridian not only firmly in the Western canon, but in your own “canon of the American Sublime.” Have there been any books since that time that you’d consider to be part of that canon?

HB: Well, we have four living writers in America who have, in one way or another, touched what I would call the sublime. They are McCarthy, of course, with Blood Meridian; Philip Roth, particularly with two extraordinary novels, the very savage Sabbath’s Theater and American Pastoral, which I mentioned before; Don DeLillo’s Underworld, which is a little long for what it does but nevertheless is the culmination of what Don can do; and, of course, the mysterious figure of Mr. Pynchon. I don’t know what I would choose if I had to select a single work of sublime fiction from the last century, it probably would not be something by Roth or McCarthy; it would probably be Mason & Dixon, if it were a full-scale book, or if it were a short novel it would probably be The Crying Of Lot 49. Pynchon has the same relation to fiction, I think, that my friend John Ashbery has to poetry: he is beyond compare. "

We are indeed entering the theocratic age.

>>2408657
And notice how pervasive it is! I spent a month in Rome lecturing and I was so exhausted at the end of each day that my son David and I cheerfully watched the Italian mtv. I stared and I just couldn’t believe it. Italian MTV is a sheer parody of its American counterpart, with some amazing consequences—the American religion has made its way even into Rome! It is nothing but a religious phenomenon. Very weird to see it take place.

My favorite viewing, and this is the first time I have ever admitted it to anyone, but what I love to do, when I don’t watch evangelicals, when I can’t read or write and can’t go out walking, and don’t want to just tear my hair and destroy myself, I put on, here in New Haven, cable channel thirteen and I watch rock television endlessly. As a sheer revelation of the American religion it’s overwhelming. Yes, I like to watch the dancing girls too. The sex part of it is fine. Occasionally it’s musically interesting, but you know, ninety-nine out of a hundred groups are just bilge. And there hasn’t been any good American rock since, alas, The Band disbanded.

I watch MTV endlessly, my dear, because what is going on there, not just in the lyrics but in its whole ambience, is the real vision of what the country needs and desires. It’s the image of reality that it sees, and it’s quite weird and wonderful. It confirms exactly these two points: first, that no matter how many are on the screen at once, not one of them feels free except in total self-exaltation. And second, it comes through again and again in the lyrics and the way one dances, the way one moves, that what is best and purest in one is just no part of the creation—that myth of an essential purity before and beyond experience never goes away. It’s quite fascinating.

>>2355463
Five stars.

Did somebody say 'clinamen?'

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>>2280998
my nigga

Do you, OP?