/lit/ - Literature

>mood: abyss megan

Lucy Ellman and Megan Boyle are both exemplars of the based literary Fempire ruling the 2010s. Men are too busy with pornography and bing bing wahoo to do much for the arts these days, so as usual, women have to pick up the slack.

>cyber megan, pre-upgrades

>>14097363
Harold Bloom is basically a well marketed goodreads reviewer.

>>13877497
why are these threads so quickly pruned or deleted? is Megan operating from one of the boiler rooms? why does the OP never wish to discuss the author & Liveblog in any substance? i think i know but i like asking

>>13846462
Oops! It appears OP made a URL hygiene faux pas. To those lurking /lit/ and unaware, the best thing to do in such a gaffe is to post an archived version of OP's link. Anything less is unseemly. Thank you for your time.
>https://unv.is/newyorker.com/culture/cultural-comment/what-if-we-stopped-pretending

>It makes some sense that the writers most devoted to detailing life’s mundanity would seek to escape from that same grinding everydayness. In fact, the drug narrative arises around the beginning of modern self-disclosure. Consider Thomas de Quincey’s “Confessions of an English Opium Eater,” which was published in the eighteen-twenties, and which frames a tell-all account as an instructive, morally edifying story. Today, de Quincey’s project endures, on the Internet, as the trip report, a form that was often incorporated by Alt-Lit writers in their work. Reading about the warped experiences of others, we reconsider whether our own perspective is natural or fixed. Old ideals of art suggest that we should work for such revelations—that there’s something too easy about a chemically induced heightening. The value of “Liveblog,” and books like it, is to help us view that judgment with suspicion.

>If autofiction provides the thrills and little voyeurisms of immediacy, if the trip provides a possible guide to transcendence, then perhaps Boyle’s work is an attempt at synthesis. The result could be called a fiction of the Internet—a representation of an infinitely extending and seemingly available world. The idea that the private lives of others are accessible online, transparent and ready to be clicked into, is a commonplace in our culture. “Liveblog” is a new kind of story, about how we arrange those lives for public inspection. It pushes that inspection to an extreme, in the hopes that, by choosing to give over everything, it might be possible, for a moment, to regain a sliver of agency. Writing it all down isn’t a new consciousness, exactly, but it might allow you to see yourself in a new way. All you have to do is open a document and begin.

>www.newyorker.com/books/under-review/liveblog-and-the-limits-of-autofiction