/lit/ - Literature

this was…. something alright. I haven't read Kurt Vonnegut in a while so it sort of took me by surprise his writing style. It was depressing, a little funny here and there, and it was hard to read at first but eventually I got really absorbed into it and left me feeling empty at the end.

Considering the situation he was in at the time of writing I guess it makes sense for the style, and it was neat for him to toss in all the characters he wrote about, and it was sort of weird what he did with the narrator, and what happens when an author avatar meets the real author. If you like Vonnegut I guess you have to read what was(supposed) to be his final book at the time, it's certainly a weird experience but if you don't like Vonneguts style you'll fucking hate it.

Suprisingly not dated, even if the slang is completely retarded. Didn't like the way the chapters were organized though, those "would you like to know more" segments became really grating closer to the end.

A poetically rendered set of travelers tales, gorgeous vast landscapes and geography remote in both place and time.

Here humanity has a dreamlike alien quality, and where each traveler runs, to or from, does not matter. Near the end the Devil finds each one, not to seize as his fee but simply for a chat, and to leave a calling card; their own.

Heavy on narrative, dialogue lite.

Fantastic! Though not fantasy, exactly. I found myself thinking this is Tolkien for an adult.

It's a bit cheesy, but I've read past the parts where he explains why Rome wouldn't fall (which gets a little eye-rolly, things like Moses getting BTFO and the Jews staying in Egypt and making communism happen a few millennia early), but now it's gotten to the colonization of the New World, so it's picking up.

A travelogue narrated as an unplanned end-stop to a modern grand tour. Garland has read his Eliot it seems, and agrees with the importance of touching on all the shared cultural references that matter, though doing so with a modern heretical vandal's elan.

While wandering in the jaded confines of Thailand's own segregated sham of tourist haunts, searching for something more genuine, Richard is blindsided with a map to the pristine.

With a disturbing ghost for an enigmatic guide, Richard ducks his way through various adventures and distractions strewn along the path of finding, and experiencing, paradise.

What he finds in the end is his own fate - that of a chess piece in a gambit to put the finishing touch on the beach's ongoing reclamation by the omnipresent wasteland.

A fast and entertaining read. Strongly recommended.

10\10.

Loved it.

Had to read it for a History class. Better than I thought it would be, pretty unbiased for the most part, told the good and bad of the players involved.

Bit of a slow start though, even if it is necessary to set the scene.

10/10 I recommend the rest of the series as well.

"Lord of Chaos" by Robert Jordan. Books 6 of the Wheel of Time

Its boring

I'm having a hard time getting into it. Usually I enjoy Russian and Soviet history, but this book is rather exhausting to read for some reason.

It was pretty neat I guess.

Gore Vidal takes in hand the tale of Robin Hood as seen from events distant; adding a dash of Tolkien, and a bit of wit of his own.

A troubadour's travelogue with a dragon, werewolves, an ogre, a vampire, and a passing unicorn.

For fantasy aficionados the dragon will disappoint. With neither the gorgeous malignancy of Smaug, nor the obscenely philosophic grandeur of Gardner's stand in for Sartre, it's a missed opportunity for Vidal who could have used a talking dragon of such lineage to really sound off.

The werewolves are rendered believably, all the more so for their prosaic existence. The same historical touch of nasty realism serves for an Ogre full of brutal surprise.

With the vampire we are given the complete fantasy treatment. A vision of alien femininity, of horror, of that which turns out to be, debatably, evil.

Much more excitement is served up for our wayward troubadour who must face the greatest enemies - those of the author's own design. There is a debate with a priest working as the centerpiece of the book, a typical Vidalian touch. A mite jarring, the voice of the author looms large here; but, knowing Vidal its probably a rehash of a debate far more than two thousand years old, rather than eight hundred and so.

The most vicious battle of all the troubadour faces is the full force of a critiquing comparison by one of his own order, belittling his singing :

"I have always composed and sung to please people, and myself, I haven't resorted to the technical tricks of Blondel or the fashionable 'rough' diction of Vidal to attract attention; …"

Best taken as an apology, I suppose, for the author's telling instead of showing so much of a troubadour's art, and for his own forms of recognition handle - all too cute.

All told a solid epic, a fast read, a tour of history woven with fantasy into an entertaining search for a King.

>a butthurt faggot doesn't like socrates and misrepresents a bunch of what he said

Finished this last night. Was pretty good.

>>2211

it was pretty spoopy

I'm finishing up The Brothers Karamazov. What should I read next? I want something completely different, but still with a philosophical theme.

I've been into the Renaissance lately (well actually I always have been) and I love anything that has to do with early Christianity.

The predecessor to "The Seven Who Fled," another travelogue.

A tour of Asia in the Euro-centric meaning. Everything from Turkey to French Indochina, with a sidelong glance at the southern peoples of what was becoming Soviet Russia. In contrast with his next work Prokosch sticks to the first person view of one main character throughout, and there is a greater dose of dialogue.

The evocative and gorgeous scenery descriptions that are his hallmark remain, as does the slow transformation from a physical journey to a more spiritual one. Here the traveler comes to grips with his questions about the Asiatics, what they are, what they believe, what they want, and the climax of the book: the all encompassing discovery of who they are.

There is a fateful dark gloom that intrudes on occasion when the protagonist's gaze takes in the future. This gives the impression Prokosch was engaging in a bit of prognostication. Not as specific nor as eerily accurate as to be found in Graham Greene's "The Quiet American," but it's there. This may also be a reflection of the mood of the times by someone as well read as the author.

It was published in 1935.

MY BURNING FEET OF FIRE! OH! OH! THIS HEIGHT AND FIERY SPEED!

>>5381

fuggin /lit/ not posting the second image

This was the initial selection for a local book club that just started up. Not my usual fare, yet I waded in and gave it a shot.

Starting with the criticism.

The first sentence could be dropped. I see no need to hit the reader over the head with obvious theme here, and no need to restate the book's title.

Baldacci has an irritating habit of summing up a previous paragraph in the final sentence. I suspect he was trying to establish King's character with this technique, but I could not separate this tic from the narrator. Its an odd dedication to restatement of the obvious and very annoying.

The first eighth of the book is narrative heavy, and lite on dialog. There's a few places where I think he would have done better to have established character through dialogue alone, instead of just telling us who's who and what's what

So the first eighth of the book is a bit of an uphill climb for the popular market Baldacci is pitching to, I suspect.

On to the good stuff.

With rolling of the eyes I took in the "take me now" scene, in chapter fourteen, with King's ex-girlfriend Joan. The story's past aside, she is the first potential love interest presented. I would have pegged this as another bad writing red flag but, Baldacci expands on their previous relationship, weaving in Joan's overall character in way that adds to the story flow.

After this point I found myself comparing "Split Second" to "The Big Sleep." As with Chandler, Baldacci well manages the remainder of the story by keeping things just to the right side of believability, with a side order of campiness, and only the occasional sidelong glance to muscled calves and sculpted thighs for some spice.

The remainder of the story picks up the pace and the style eases into the expected potboiler groove.

Finally, the criminal mastermind cliché of a psychopathic artiest of a villain was not too over the top.

It was a fast read overall, and well suited for summer time on the beach.

Biggest cocktease of a book I've ever read. I was left so disappointed.

It was alright. Pretty entertaining but not as good as the first book.

This is the first of Beevor's that I've read, as well as the first I've read on the Spanish Civil War. I thought it was pretty good overall.

>>5491

I also read this one recently.

Oh for the days when declaring yourself an anticommunist, and all your enemies mere communists linked to Castro, was enough to fix one and all issues that might arise between you and Uncle Sam, with many a wink and a nod under a rain of blank checks.

Welcome to Haiti under Papa Doc Duvalier.

A quixotic third party ex-presidential candidate, his glorious Americana leitmotiv invoking wife, a stateless hotelier, a willfully myopic Uruguayan ambassador and his hot to trot wife, and a cryptic man of the world with a major problem makes for the comedic main cast.

Between the dramas of dodging and provoking the Tonton Macoute, construction projects as payroll scams, the final retirement plans of senior civil servants, and a prison to eminent position careerist, our hotelier fumbles and fucks his way though a sweeping series of tragedies made into an insanity desperately in need of a cure from an experienced warrior.

And not the foolhardy heroics of what proves to be the greatest comedian of them all.

Malcolm Lowry's debut roman à clef.

Upper class twit goes for a working class ride courtesy of the British merchant marine.

Lowry took great pains to get the details of ship life down and to transcribe the crews style of banter, plus his own smattering of highfalutin observations. It makes for an interesting glimpse into the places and lifestyles of common seaman during the interwar years.

The best part is the drunken tour about town, soaked in a spirited attempt of bonding with the crew while paradoxically trying not to get laid.

It's not bad, but I'm not sure if I could recommend it. Readers who would otherwise be tempted do not need such prompting. Unlike Joyce I see no value in approaching Lowry's later works through his first. If he is of any interest to you at all then jump straight into his masterpiece "Under the Volcano."

This play is fucked up.

AAA would be my favorite writer if he didn't have to fill his books with drug trips and 2deep4u philosphy.

The parts where he says he was a real human bean before the operation were a little funny.

1/10

Old thread is old, but wanted to share this since like noone read it. German e-book from a no-name author, picked it up when it was free for a day. Very fun ride with quite a few novel ideas.

A historical fiction wrapped in a screenplay, wrapped in a quasi-autobiographical tale of film making.

Vidal spins for us an interrelated tale from three time frames through the different character views of each period: ancient Greece as the ghetto of exiled Persian nobility, recent history through a contemporary hustler's notebook, and the 'now' viewpoint of Vidal himself coming to grips with all them.

A badminton match mystery of paternity told with the indulgent slathering of Vidalian observations on politics, sexuality, religion, writing, writers, life, and Hollywood's truth.

“Never have children, only grandchildren.” ~G.V.

I didn't like this one.

This author is a reknown egyptologist and I've read 6 of his books as a kid, and really liked them (The Ramses-series and The Black Pharaoh), but I don't remember what was in them.

This though is a really amateure work. Contains short stories and two longer ones, but these are like stuff anyone could make.

It was a big disappointment, I don't recommend it…

Kaguo Ishiguro's An Artist of the Floating World and

Kaguo Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go.

Two books with very different settings, yet strangely similar. Easy to read but you can read all kinds of deeper things from the text as well. Fairly good, better than I expected.

This has been on my reading list for a while now, and I finally got to it on this past camping trip. Certainly a nice novel to wash away degeneracy with.

He really likes to describe, and he's good at it.

>>5858

I've been meaning to read this. Is it worth it, or is it just pretentious hipster-bullshit? What's your honest opinions about it?

Dr. Faustus by Thomas Mann

Short but pretty good.

>>5940

Shit, forgot the image.

IT

Last book I really dug into, very spoopy, although the way the kids found out of the sewer was the most disturbing part.

Set on the vastness that is one of the luckier remaining shards of a trashed Dyson sphere.

A native group of anthropomorphic bats, the Myotans, as noble savages meet the advanced, fairly ethical, and mildly expansionist federation of (mostly) human nations. The human explorers of that federation, it being one of the better organized and recovered groups of the shard's survivors, stumble into the Myotans opening new vistas of possibility and danger to the tribe.

Our protagonist, a Myotan shaman to be, finds she has a taste for these exotics that is well reciprocated …

Between all the romance we have an epic and winding tale of Clark's third law applied, horrifyingly savage 'roos, rabid culture shock, Shakespearean familial endings, cephalopod space vikings, and a quest for the keys to the locked and aloof ultra-technology scattered around them.

Standing against the current trend of authorial hacks thinning out a never ending series, Paul Lucas delivers another solid story in singular novel form.

Very satisfying.

The last book I read was The Cather in the Rye by J.D. Salinger.

Boy meets girl. Boy meets Haji. All hell breaks loose. True story.

it was okay

autobiographies are generally pretty quick reads

>>2211

These 4 books in the series non-stop during my vacation. Made me buy it after finishing the 4th book. 3 books are still untranslated though. It started slow since it looked similar with other VRMMO LN models, but it took a different path on the second book and beyond.

https://drive.google.com/folderview?id=0B8PR0HFbYyzhQWF4blg4MlRHbms&usp=sharing

And it was fucking horrible. Don't know why this steaming pile of overrated horse shit is still praised. 0/10

Goethe said:

Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it;

Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.

I begin.

~ Prologue, "I, the Divine"

A stuttering series of false beginnings, a weaving together of stories that make up one woman's lifetime.

A black sheep of the family telling of how she escapes Beirut, of separations from problematic husbands, the rising and crashing of an artistic career, and the ultimate failure of her attempted chimeric independence from her extended Lebanese pride. Along the way Sarah discovers more of her divine progenitor, though which myth, which idealization, which Sarah that may be is not so obvious as others would have it.

Written with an interesting stylistic choice of presentation. Well worth a read from anyone who can make their way past chapter one.

Read this one because apparently Proust was a big fan. Pretty neat art history.

Hm.

Less than a hagiography of either the navy or the man, my personal taste leads me to believe this work suffers from a lack of focus. The people, places, and events of the preceding naval arms race, plus the war, make for the majority of what is covered here.

As a good general overview it paints both a personal and organizational portrait with flaws, idiosyncrasies, fame, failings, and triumph all thrown in together. It does pique my interest in finding a more comprehensive biography of Isoroku Yamamoto. Suggestions anyone?

>>6428

All dem spooks

It was okay. The ending was a bit rushed though.

It could get quite boring at some points but it was alright.

One down, six to go.

Taking in the series as a whole, issues 1 through 60.

An avatar of Hunter S. Thompson crawls out of the woods to face the city of future shock singularity. It is a stretching and resketching of Gonzo themes smeared across a treadmill of time and urban dystopia.

Captured here is that run through the future as Thompson might see it. The Beast, as a Nixon stand in, was one such nice touch. Thompson did admit Nixon's base nature was a quaint throwback to more innocent times, as compared to the professionally successful, stark, and far more grandiose history makers that followed. And so, one finds in the Beast of this story the best of a set of bad alternatives too.

Still, Transmetropolitan is not a simple retelling of Thompson's myth. The sweep of historic humor and horror is greater; in short the weirdness is more than enough.

Watchmen holds the higher claim of artistic merit for a graphic novel, a claim to which I agree. Tranmetropolitan has more of a comic book feel to it, with an overlay of adult themes. Even still, I think there is enough here to make it work as something more. And if you happen to be a fan or Thompson you'll enjoy the twisted echo.

>>6514

>Moore's Swamp Thing

>Sandman

>Black Hole

>David Boring

>Duncan the Wonder Dog

Check those out m8, especially the last one

If the path to happiness for low class existence is to be found through what better society calls perversity, then pure porphyritic buggery shall set you free.

Prokosch has become, like Graham Greene, one of my favorite authors. As with Greene he has an almost myopic fixation with certain themes and main characters, making his novels a bit repetitive for frequent readers.

Working against tendencies that otherwise would move one to boredom are two consistent experiences which hold this reader to his works. First, Prokosch's ability to land me within the scene, seeing and experiencing it fully, is astonishing. Second, prose writers who have trained and doubled in poetry deliver a despair inducing flash to we who study and flail away at the writing arts in turn. Such masterful use of language is awesome. I wish I understood how he did it.

"America, My Wilderness" is another travelogue of low class journeys across a turn of the century America seeped in magical realism. Taut, less wordy, more explicit, and a much quicker read than his previous works. For a recommendation I would push "The Seven Who Fled" first, or "The Asiatics" second, but this later work may hold more appeal to modern audiences.

Also, the two are not comparable in style, nor in length, nor content, but I found my thoughts turning to Pynchon's "Mason & Dixon" after finishing this. I wonder if Pynchon and Prokosch ever met?

Great reads.

Really kicked off my interest to indulge everything I can from the Golden Age of Russian literature.

Reading some Gogol short stories now and they are hilarious

>>6559

Borrowed this from my asian friend

Finished this one this afternoon.

The dialogue could have been better, and some of the scenes were unnecessary, but the world itself was great. Would recommend.

Too Far by Richard Shapero. I got involved in the story but it didn't feel like anything from it really lasted.

People in a better position to know state this is a work of pure invention. Maybe so, making it an informal impressionists gallery rather than an exhibit of photorealism.

Prokosch's observations on books and writing are of good value. The name dropping of various titles would make for an excellent reading list. On the subject of writing he selflessly tells us of his own reoccurring pattern. He starts a new book by reaching for the heavenly music of the spheres, the sparkling grandiosity of the stars, the deepest valleys of pure perception, planning in short a perfect masterwork of writing. Halfway through he stands up with the realization he's creating a simple variation of sweetly iced pretentious overwriting. Tossing the manuscript aside, he sits back down and starts all over again by writing a plain fucking novel.

Those who cannot write still have hope to rewrite. Thank you, Prokosch.

Still, there is room for disappointment. I wish he had cut the number of subjects and scenes in half, that he would spend more time and deeper detail on the remainder.

Paraphrasing his recollection of time spent loafing around Italy: I hung out with Gore Vidal. After that I went to lunch with Somerset Maugham.

Not that a story of a mild raid by the carabinieri on a picnic quasi-hosted by Somerset Maugham isn't fun, but I really wanted to hear more about Vidal. Also:

"She kept telling me jokes about the local celebrities and confided her recipes for gnocchi and tagliatelle."

But we never hear these jokes, recipes, or even juicier anecdotes. There is a certain cold superficiality to Prokosch's dialog and interactions with the literary elite he comes across, even while he faithfully capture the interplay of needling and oneupmanship in these circles.

In one well done example, he treats us to a hilarious climax of a scene where he gets in Nabokov's face, in a literary rather than literal way. Prokosch is kind enough to telescope the subtext of this tête-à-tête in previous chapters, showing himself to be not so much brilliant as simply able to absorb and pass on the wisdom of others. Nabokov, great as he is, is but one among many.

Overall, a memoir painted through a water coloring wash of what is true, without the stark confining line art of Truth.

>tfw realizing that all the chans are Bandar-log

>you will never earn your citizenship

This book makes me hate zionists even more. It also makes me hate /pol/ more.

I really related to the main character when he described his girlfriend being annoyed that all he talks about is wargames.

I am having quite a bit of difficulty getting into it though to be honest. I don't know if it's just the first short story in it or if Ellison generally writes like this for everything, but I find his propensity for strange or made-up words exhausting to read through and rather off-putting. I just wanted to finally read I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream because I heard so many good things about it.

>>6749

>>6729

>>6753

I also read The Holocaust Industry and Beyond Chutzpah. They are both really good, Finkelstein is great. You really notice how his moral authority shows in his books, compared to him all these Israel-apologists and Holocaust-exploiters are scum (leaving aside the issue of whether 6 million really died)

Its no surprise that he is basically blacklisted by mainstream MSM and ivy-league universities.

>>6560

This is great

>>6514

Even though they are pretty differant if you liked Transmetropolitan you would probably like the comic "The Invisibles"

The last book I read was "V". To be honest it was sort of disappointing, medium amounts of it were kinda dull although overall I still thought it was worth reading. Even though people say V is harder then TCOL49 I still think TCOL49 was more difficult. The boring parts of TCOL49 were more boring then the boring parts of V but the great parts of TCOL49 were also better then the great parts of V in my opinion. Only other Pynchon I've read is Inherent Vice which so far is my favorite. Next Pynchon book I'll read is probs M&D or Against the Day

>>6727

>tfw you would rather live in that world than this one

Just finished reading what might as well now be known as "babies first dystopia". It was pretty good and holy fucking shit was Part 3 intense.

Not what I expected.

A fictionalization of Vidal's earlier life written early in his writing career. Briefly, no one would want such an iron clad bitch for a mother, but upper economic class and lower ruling class white people problems are a tough sell. Not exactly universal, though his conclusion of when bitter is properly in season rings all too true.

At least I now know who served as a model for the Persian queen Atossa from his novel Creation.

goddamn I thought this book was going to be so shit, fucking brilliant. Heathcliffe is a fucking bastard.

(1/2)

So this weekend I read this one (which kinda sucked, but I have a thing about reading books before I see the movie) …

(2/2)

… and this one, which was great.

>>6865

Is it bad enough to be funny?

I know Murakami is a pretty obvious thing to post about on /lit/ chans. But it is, nevertheless, the last book I completed.

I really liked it. Murakami's stories are plainly written and easy to understand, events wise. As to their meaning, it's totally the opposite. The surrealism and symbolism make the entire work so abstract that multiple readings would be required to really be satisfied with all the meanings and riddles. But the basic story and themes are present and graspable on a first read, making it an enjoyable and exciting experience regardless of how much you "get it".

I think it's genuinely good

I think I got it. The first part is the party, the second is the hangover.

More like this?

Ostensibly the story of a biography in progress for a fictionalized distinguished English author. Maugham sketches an intimate panorama of writers, their patrons among the literati, class snobbery, the meaning of beauty, and more. Naturally he has some things to say on the subject of writing, for example:

"On his advise I read The Craft of Fiction by Mr Percy Lubbock, from which I learned the that only way to write novels was like Henry James; after that I read Aspects of the Novel by Mr E. M. Forster, from which I learned that the only way to write novels was like Mr E. M. Forster; then I read The Structure of the Novel by Mr Edwin Muir, from which I learned nothing at all."

Maugham even submits a modest proposal for the establishment of a caste system for writers.

This book is something of a mystery exploring the death of a marriage, and where the characters are never entirely what they appear to be. His tale is as much about infidelity and love as it is about Maugham himself. Described by another distinguished author as "a small perfect novel," a telling endorsement that is well earned. If but one of his novels a reader might choose to see, choose this.

>>7009

Bullshitting on hunting or any other subject implies a certain repetition.

I thought it was pretty good, and I say that as a southerner who ought to hate Sherman's guts.

Dr. Fuck School or: How I learned to Stop Worrying and love the Autodidact.

Reading this was pretty interesting. At first I felt like Williams was painting a far too rosy picture of Augustus himself by reducing his involvement in the proscriptions and things like that. I don't know if that hagiographic element ever really goes away, but I can say that by the end I didn't care. Anyway, I liked it a lot, and not just because I'm a classics student.

More medieval autism than Crusader Kings 2. I liked it.

Fan-fictionalization of the historical basis behind the Schlock Mercenary web comic.

A smattering of science concepts and ideas, although not diamond hard. Enough to satisfy the Tom Clancy how crowd. Heavy on libertarianism and personal responsibility, with a mix of insight and stereotype. I'd guess Ringo would get on well with L. Neil Smith, whom I use as something of a yardstick for judging this style.

A story of hapless hubristic aliens poking humanity with a stick which provokes predictable results. And the solution to alien jackboots holding the orbital high ground? Spoiler: humanity's flawless fall back position consists of our one true calling as a species – drug dealing as a means of financing. As such, this story is something of a retelling of America's mythological narrative of revolution.

I believe Ringo stated this was never meant to be in any way literary. This he demonstrates with self aware humor, and writes the rest to pull the reader through the story fast.

A straightforward fun read as a stand alone, no special background knowledge required. I also encourage fans of the web comic give it at go.

I'm a fan of novels of this era (I'm a real sucker for revolutionary romanticism). Bread and Wine is semi-autobiographical. The main character is a communist revolutionary living in Mussolini's Italy, and the story chronicles his shift from romantic optimism to cynicism and fatalism. The symbolism is simple yet brilliant, and even though it's not a comedy by any means, it can be quite humorous and witty at times. A pretty easy read, too, I knocked it out in a weekend. I enjoyed it on the whole.

>>2211

I loved this book. There's a reason it's a classic. It's good.

>>2633

I just wiki'd this and it sounds breddy interesting, can anyone who's read it give me their review?

>>3604

I fucking love Huxley. BNW > 1984. Also his Doors of Perception got me into a brief but wonderful love affair with psychedelics. Read it even if you're not a druggie. Actually, read it especially if you're not a druggie.

>>6113

Oh my god, this book was when I first started to "get" literature, like actually develop a real appreciation for it. I enjoyed reading as a kid, but in a very superficial way. Just zipped through books. Kind of formed an informal 'book club' with a couple other kids in high school. This one guy, Connor, never did me a bad turn. Always recommending fantastic books to me. Then one day he hands me this. Says it's the best book he's ever read. Coming from Connor, I know he means it. So I started reading it right away. I hated it. Every single page was dreadful and took sheer will to trudge through. Until I got to the last 1/5th of the book, and it just hit me. All at once. It just clicked. Not just this book, but in that moment, something more, I realized that in a lot of books there was more than just the surface story. And I was hooked on that story beneath the surface. Fucking love this book.

>>6542

>it's 2015 and I don't know how to convert html to pdf

Extremely spoopy.

Just finished reading this tonight. Think I might start a bug farm in my closet.

It was alright. Fun way to spend a Sunday, so that was nice.

>>7354

Loaded fine here, which is neither here nor there. As it were. Cha cha cha.

Maybe it's some haxored PNG file exploit that your system is blocking automatically? Hell, one never knows, but most likely just ongoing MIAchan issues. Try a full browser refresh.

Otherwise, author and title are as per:

>>7355

>Big bikes, Ferraris and .44 Magnum revolvers are something beyond fun; they are man-made machines so powerful and efficient in their own realms that they challenge a man's ability to control them, to push them to the limits of their design and possibilities.

Pretty dope book tbh

Any other books recommended for people with ADHD?

Just finished this one last night. Enjoyed it quite a bit.

L. M. Montgomery's Anne of Green Gables is the best novel I've ever read, or just about. Actually I read the edition from the Easton Press set, since I guessed ahead what a wonderful work it was, and wanted an edition of a fineness to match.

Imaginative, energetic, and totally cute despite her self-perceptions, Anne Shirley is a loveable and endearing character who has something to offer everyone, and the description of rural Prince Edward Island is not to be missed. The book as-is would never be published today – Anne literally gets Jewed! Read to find out how!!

The best part of finishing is, there's a lot more! Montgomery herself wrote seven sequels plus a few volumes of short stories, besides the additions of other authors. I only think if Montgomery had known what a success the series would be, she would've slowed the passage of years to dwell more on the girlhood years for which Anne Shirley is most famous.

Not the same edition as pic related, but I loved every word. I'm now reading Ulysses, and god damn is it verbose.

Oswalt's writing is pretty unfocused but it's also really beautiful. Very cool to hear about his life and the important events that molded who he is, and as a fellow cinephile, a very relateable read.

Also American Psycho. It was indeed very graphic. Unsettling. Felt a little exhaustive after a while, like I got the point very early on.

I've never read The Great Gatsby until just a few moments ago. I got to say, it's a fantastic book. Hunter S. Thompson copied the novel out word for word to teach himself how to write. If you were to read The Great Gatsby, you can see how monumental it's influence is on Gonzo journalism.

Time to pirate the movie and be disappointed how the characters on screen do not match up to those I've created in my head.

It was very entertaining, neat characters. I enjoyed mostly the earlier sections, did not care much for the movie set business until shit really hit the fan. The climax was neat, and different from your typical confrontation between hero and villain. Not for Feminists, the lead up to the end entails a lot of femicide. No one had much an arc, although someone's self image is broken at the end, and leads up into the next novel. The villain "Dirty Bob,' was nasty but surprisingly shallow in my opinion for a John D.Macdonald villain, Junior Allen and Paul Dusset, left me asking "What the hell do they want, how do you come up with these type of people?" Bob on the other hand felt clear, hell one of the characters pretty much spells out who he is, and he does so in the usual villain monologue as well, I could comprehend him.

Fun stuff, though I am pretty disappointed with the ending. It's a unfinished novel anyways. I think the revelation of (big spoilers) Klaus being Archimboldi's nephew wasn't big enough to shock the reader. You see it coming when they start talking about Lotta

Didn't really enjoy it that much, I liked some parts a lot but it felt kind of slow, and dreamy, and sedative.

As opposed to The Fall which I really enjoyed.

Very good, although Ashley ranked The Pacific Mystery a little low. You might want to leave it a few stories later, or save it for last.

7/7

Holy Jesus this took so fucking long. I am glad I read it, but its going to be a couple of years before I come back to Proust.

11 short stories

And it sure made me feel alot

The B.A.R. Man The best

Don't die on me yet /lit/

Last book I read was the count of monte cristo

It was a pretty enjoyable book, it is heavy in the traditional romantic nature with very clear good and bad guys and a likable hero

THe book follows a quest for revenge and seeing how Edmond slowly tangles his enemies in his web of revenge is the best part of the book for me, it is all done with poetic justice. And this books is one of the few that I have read that closes all loose ends nicely

Overall the book is great and I think it deserves it's title of being a classic, pretty good read, better than most I would recommend.