/lit/ - Literature

>>19144453
Here you go: https://pastebin.com/cetTe64H

pastebin is cucked as fuck right now so I had to change "meth" to "math" or it wouldn't let me post. I've probably posted this one before, it's part of a novella I've been working on since January, about a rogue scientist who has gone missing in the Florida panhandle and a paramilitary contractor who has been hired to find him.

>>19132035
>That seems to be a regular thing among academics these days. The idea that a philosopher wrote an entire argument, but intentionally stretched it to farce, as an unspoken hint to what they really believe. Hence, Socrates is a sophist, Descartes an atheist. Never mind that Socrates refused to flee his execution, or that Descartes took Catholic Eucharist in a Protestant country.
My favourite istance of this phenomenon is the one concerning Hegel, who, apparently - even though he repeated costantly for his entire life that the only object of philosophy is God and that only God is real - was (according to people like Pinkard, Pippin and Brandom) an anti-metaphysical, atheist pragmatist.
Honestly, I think it's just cowardice. These people want to work on those authors, but are not brave enough to actually present their views to analytic audiences. They know that defending something like Plato's Idealism (against, say, physicalist materialism) will damage their reputation, so they turn these authors into atheist pragmatists or into skeptics. It's a truly ridicolous move, but their colleagues usually know nothing about these authors (and history of philosophy in general), so these ludicrous interpretations dont get immediatly shut down (as it would be done in a respectable European phil departement).

>>19103198
Not yet, but I'm hoping to have my first novella ready for spamming by the end of the month.

It's about a renegade scientist who has disappeared into the fierce tangle of kudzu and thorn which borders the red dirt roads of the Florida panhandle. A paramilitary contractor is hired to locate the scientist and soon finds himself beset on all sides by hostile locals, fierce wildlife, and deadly natural phenomenon as he descends deeper and deeper into... The Savage Green

Keep an eye out.

I've been working on a retelling of Dante's Inferno which takes place in the Florida Panhandle. it's based on the shit that my friends and I used to joke about when we'd go out in the woods and get stoned: vietcong sleeper cells, lost native temples, etc. etc. Unfortunately it wasn't long enough to be a full novella, so I'm supplementing it with a series of "interludes" which are composed of letters sent by the protagonist's colleague, attempting to dissuade him from going on his journey. These interludes are basically just ridiculous tall tales which come from the writer's childhood in Florida, really they're just freeform nonsense which I thought was funny, but it does all come together in the end.

What I'm curious about right now. These interludes always seem hilarious to me when I'm working on them, but after rewriting a few times I start to lose perspective and can't tell. The grammar and tone are meant to be conversational, so it's probably pretty loose. I just want to know if it's funny. Context: The Savage Green is the name the locals have given to the wilderness of the Florida Panhandle. It's rumored to be home to land gators, bloodroaches, and patches of visual distortion caused by the heat. It is called "the green" for short.
https://pastebin.com/11XBrcXn

>>17815156
>is it good/interesting?
My novel or interning for a literary agent circa 2008? If it's the latter, I highly recommend it. There was always free high-grade coffee, although you can imagine I was somewhat reluctant to drink too much, which in retrospect seems kind of odd on my behalf because I wasn't getting paid.

My novelette is (I saw this word earlier in the thread, but I won't look back to check spelling) a milleu. Basically there was a thread on /x/ asking about paranormal shit in Florida and I answered with a bunch of ridiculous nonsense that me and my friends used to imagine when we would to go out in the woods and get stoned. Prehistoric aqueducts, land gators, vietcong sleeper cells, etc. etc. Basically the concept is that the foliage in Florida is impenetrable and combined with the insane amounts of ultraviolet radiation you get that far South, there could in theory be uncontacted native tribes hiding just a stone's throw away from any given highway. I did some rudimentary research on that last one and it is, in fact, in the absolute barest sense of the word, possible. I tied it all together into a concept known as "The Savage Green". People enjoyed the stories I posted, and they were really fun to write, so I decided to expand the concept. I couldn't be bothered to come up with a plot, so it's a retelling of Dante's Inferno.