/lit/ - Literature

>>16697665
Leftards are afraid of beautiful women in natural settings because muh waycism.

Whenever I try to read any novel from the beginning to later half of 20th century it seems to me that I don't understand half of what is going on.
I know the words, I understand what's happening, but apart from that, everything else completely escapes me. Why do things happen and what may come next, each time I struggle through a book like that I can't seem to say anything about it apart from the plot.

Even though English is my second language, I've never had any trouble with any other literature.

I usually follow the belief that books stand on their own, but could it be that I'm missing something?

The particular book that led me to make this post is Pynchon's "The Crying of Lot 49" (I have never read anything from him before).

My girlfriend cheated on me, books for this feel?

>>11351942
Why would you think that's me, anon?

>>11317398
Don’t call me a fag anon, that’s not nice.

You should know that anything you post online counts as being previously published, and it won’t get accepted anywhere if they find out it’s floating around the web (which they will and this has happened to people here before).

I will never share my stories online, not before they are published, for the reasons I already said, and not after because I don’t want to dox myself and have people know I browse 4chan.

Everything I post on 4chan and in critique threads is off-the-cuff, for shits and giggles, just practice.

I posted this in a thread where the prompt was “Describe this woman in the style of your favorite author“ and I decided to imitate F. Scott Fitzgerald.

>She was in the garden with her back turned to the four of us when I first saw her. The foliage scattered the direct and harsh sunlight into patterns that lay across her back like puddles of gold. Her slender fingers moved carefully over the blooms. At the sound of our approach, she turned her head, leaning back toward us slightly to look, and smiled an absurd, boundlessly lovely and ageless smile. In half embarrassment, or perhaps amusement at the number of us. she laughed, delicate but unrelenting, her chin rising high as she closed her eyes.

If there were any they were probably spergs, but aspergers has been rolled into the "spectrum" now.

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