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>> No.13962813

>>13962456
Maybe it's not the best to admit this but I was pretty close to crying at the end of A Scanner Darkly despite it supposedly being widely considered a happy ending.

>> No.13962860

>>13962456
I think I've never cried. But the end of Carpenter's biography on Tolkien gave me the chills.
>Before him stood the Tree, his Tree, finished. If you could say that of a Tree that was alive, its leaves opening, its branches growing and bending in the wind that Niggle had so often felt or guessed, and had so often failed to catch. He gazed at the Tree, and slowly he lifted his arms and opened them wide.
>"It's a gift!" he said.

>> No.13962897

Catcher in the Rye and Housekeeping

>> No.13963872

My diary desu

>> No.13963891

2666

>> No.13964113

None, because I'm a man

>> No.13964154

>>13962456
Portrait of the Artist as a Youngman

>> No.13964193

>>13964113
Read Zinky Boys

>> No.13964288

>>13962456
An Unfortunate Woman: A Journey, reading it now. It has a more than average amount of depressing content and I am really feeling Brautigan's suicide with this read, add on top of that realizing how fucking innocent I was when I read this 20 years ago and how much has happened to me in my life in that time. On my first read I took this book as just a fractured start of a novel and the signs of a mind about to self destruct, and in someways it is, but it is essentially a completed novel and kind of great, it was bottom of the list for Brautigan books for me, I suspect it will be fairly high up when I finish it.

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>> No.13965202

One Hundred Years of Solitude. I didn't cry exactly, but was suspended in that state of immense, wet-eyed melancholy which preceeds a strong bout of tears for quite a while afterwards.

>> No.13965227

One flew over the cuckoo's nest. I was fifteen.

>> No.13965237

>>13962456
Gold in the Furnace

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