/lit/ - Literature

35 pages in, and this is crap with a few exceptions. This is such an easy book but it's taking me forever to read because the prose is so dull, except for the paragraph about him rowing with his uncle and the bit with them going into his old house. Flipping through Blood Meridian it seems much better than this, should I bother reading on?
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What the fuck is this? The paragraph starting with 'There was a lake a mile from his uncles farm' was good, and sometimes great, but most of this is crap so far. I haven't read Blood Meridian but I just flipped through it and it was much better than this.

Why did everyone decide in the last half of the 20th century into the 21st century that if a novel is "serious" it needs to have either a boring cover or an ugly as fuck cover whereas in the first half of the 21st century people actually put effort into aesthetically pleasing covers like the one for The Great Gatsby?

What distinguishes a science fiction book from being literary versus being genre fiction?

The Road is prolly my favorite.
Ender's game is another favorite because of sentimental value, and it got me into reading.

Need advice, this book is so boring, I am 40 pages in. should i drop it?

also, which book should i read next? herodotus histories or in cold blood?

ITT your favorite book covers

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>ctrl + the road
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>*cracks knuckles*

pic related is a metaphor for grief/depression:
-a perpetual reminder of an untouchable, dead past
-the impossibility of a worryless, truly joyful moment
-the utter bankruptcy of anything approaching colour (in the metaphorical sense of the word)

Also, I was blown away by its prose:
>"In dreams his pale bride came to him out of a green and leafy canopy. Her nipples pipeclayed and her ribs painted white. She wore a dress of gauze and her dark hair was carried up in combs of ivory, combs of shell. Her smile, her downward eyes. In the morning it was snowing again. Beads of small grey ice strung along the light wires overhead."

Would I enjoy Blood Meridian?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wy4IsC5eb7o

Classic literature is mostly incredibly overrated, and churned out vastly more pseudointellectual elites than any contemporary shit. And I'm sure I'll get dozens of (You)s for suggesting McCarthy's purportedly weakest work is the most GOAT novel ever.

What are some modern examples of novels that generally follow the classical unities?

It seems that everybody and their brother these days wants to churn out fanfic-tier stories full of lazy Gainax plot twists, or "LOL, WOW SO CONTROVERSIAL!" shit like 50 Shades.

What are some novels that deal with themes of extreme isolation and hopelessness? "Last-man-on-earth" kind of scenarios.

Is there a better post-apocalyptic novel than this?

>go to library
>pick up pick related
>start reading outside
>no quotation marks
>paragraphs of flashpacks to irreleat shit
>think to myself "ok, it's just starting, and these are small concerns"
>page 15 "He rose and stood tottering in that cold autistic dark with his arms outheld for balance while the vestibular calculations in his skull cranked out their reckonings"

Jesus fucking christ, I thought this was supposed to be good.

In this novel, the author considers the future of humanity if women continue to be oppressed. The conclusion is that male dominated societies will turn in on themselves. The only way to prevent such a fate is for our culture to accept that women are meant to lead. Men act out violent fantasies of their youth. Women ensure the peace and profitability of the world.

In this novel, the author considers the future of humanity if women continue to be oppressed. The conclusion is that male dominated societies will turn in on themselves. The only way to prevent such a fate is for our culture to accept that women are meant to lead. Men act out violent fantasies of their youth. Women ensure the peace and profitability of the world.

In this novel, the author considers the future of humanity if women continue to be oppressed. The conclusion is that male dominated societies will turn in on themselves. The only way to prevent such a fate is for our culture to accept that women are meant to lead. Men act out violent fantasies of their youth. Women ensure the peace and profitability of the world.

In this novel, the author considers the future of humanity if women continue to be oppressed. The conclusion is that male dominated societies will turn in on themselves. The only way to prevent such a fate is for our culture to accept that women are meant to lead. Men act out violent fantasies of their youth. Women ensure the peace and profitability of the world.

In this novel, the author considers the future of humanity if women continue to be oppressed. The conclusion is that male dominated societies will turn in on themselves. The only way to prevent such a fate is for our culture to accept that women are meant to lead. Men act out violent fantasies of their youth. Women ensure the peace and profitability of the world.

In this novel, the author considers the future of humanity if women continue to be oppressed. The conclusion is that male dominated societies will turn in on themselves. The only way to prevent such a fate is for our culture to accept that women are meant to lead. Men act out violent fantasies of their youth. Women ensure the peace and profitability of the world.

Well /lit/,

I just finished The Road and I found a few of passages of interest. I didn't mark all of them but here are two:


He got up and walked out to the road. The black shape of it running from dark to dark. Then a distant low rumble. Not thunder. You could feel it under your feet. A sound without cognate and so without description. Something imponderable shifting out there in the dark. The earth itself itself contracting with the cold. It did not come again. What time of year? What age the child? He walked out into the road and stood. The silence. The salitter drying burned to the waterline. At a crossroads a ground set with dolmen stones where the spoken bones of oracles lay moldering. No sound but the wind. What will you say? A living man spoke these lines? He sharpened a quill with his small pen knife to scribe these things i sloe or lampblack? At some reckonable and entabled moment? He is coming to steal my eyes. To seal my mouth with dirt. (Page 261/287)

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He took the cup and moved away and when he moved the light moved with him. He'd wanted to try and make a tent out of the tarp but the man would not let him. He said that he didnt want anything covering him. He lay watching the boy at the fire. He wanted to be able to see. Look around you, he said. There is no prophet in (Page 277/287)

Any thoughts on these selections or just general overarching themes I should have picked up on?