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Me am OP. Me start.
Driving to town, headlights in my rear view mirror; mine are off. Rattling coming from somewhere in the cabin, more cold air than warm. Whining coming from my engine. I wont listen. Cars are the only danger left in my life. This metal shell would cave in on me, if given the chance. The parking lot is welcoming, although a little dim, maybe a little aggressive, or too neutral. I make a small sigh as I make my way into this battery and bathroom store. The smell of hours being watched, and some...
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Who wins? Which should you read first?
What relation do you think there is between the two? How come that with the elections coming, no one asks why it seems so plausible that dear Donald is a role model for (supposed) serial killer Patrick Bateman?
Stop projecting, you fucko. I've read American Psycho eight times, in three different languages - portuguese, 3 times, english, 4 times, and motherfucking french, 1 time. The nuances in Bret E. Ellis prose are superb and his well-thought, meaninfull phrases can destroy any of the silly plot constructions David F. Wallace could ever come up with during his embarassing so-cal lifetime. Call it a self-masturbatory tour-de-force into the wits of a handsome, yet murderous, successful yuppie or, even, a unjustified...
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i meant that noone (okay: very few people) have read the novel; and most anyone who knows the story / character knows it from the movie.
i maybe a third of the US public have seen the movie and very view people remember it with much detail. most people prolly think of bateman primarily as a killer, who just so happens to also be a businessman. i don't think most people think far enough to see the character in context and what that may imply.
/lit/ has been boring lately, let's have a fun thread. If you had to relive the life of one character from a book, who would it be and why?
What's a good audio book to listen to while you slip into unconsciousness?
ITT: Writers that trigger /lit/
What self help books will absolutely definitely improve someone's life? And I don't mean vague advice like "be yurself"
What do you think of him? Except that every photo of him looks like a mugshot.
He gets points for being a materialist that at least recognizes how awful and soulless modern life is. But he loses points for somehow managing to be more anti-traditional than anti-modern.
(This is a man who literally thinks that the future of technology, as a future consequence of the Enlightenment, will somehow redeem our listless, perfunctory, perverted and infantile existences- a present consequence of the Enlightenment.)
His prose is awful. His characters are paper-thin. He would be better if he wrote essays instead of the crap he tries to pass off as novels.
Put another way:
Yes Mr. Houllebecq, we know our life is a sham: I don't need you to tell me. I don't go to books to have my face rubbed in that. I go to books because I want some way, temporary or enduring, out of it.
Do you know of any novels that deal with American expansion and the communal sense of optimism that came with exploring and taming the West? Or the slow change in mentality when they reached the Pacific Ocean and there was nothing left to explore?
What are some manly books? Something like Jack London or maybe Ernest Hemingway but preferably something more recent.
Lets talk about "New Sincerity". What do you think of the movement?
For all talks of sincerity it seems to still operate on the inescapable epistemological basis of post-modernism which necessarily begets working with and through irony. I feel like the true spectrum writers operate on nowadays isn't sincerity-irony but awareness, from the outsider savant to the hyper (self-)aware.
What are some good books on either suicide or happiness (or the lack thereof), be it fiction or non-fiction.
I've heard nice things about Russell's book on happiness (the non-philosophy one where he just gives advice on happiness).
Something beyond Camus and Nietzsche (although if you're going to mention a specific work by the latter and not just mention his name go ahead) would be appreciated.
Also, don't recommend Seneca, Marcus, Epictetus or Epicurous.
Pic related, you can recommend him if you want.
>good and bad can be defined and have value as terms
I fucking hate this site. I had not internet by month, and only thing i was doing was reading books (neet here), and i really fealt better, i havent crying once since withdrawal. This feeling, when you see a "interesting thread", and you read it whole cause well you started reading it; and all those posts are so sad and pretentious and not interesting at all; always i end with this feeling of complete waste of time. Generaly most of internet seems likely depressing. Just - you know, so souless and boring. What are some books that will help me appreciate internet?
Pic related is better than Infinite Jest.
RPO is a poorly written but nevertheless entertaining novel that manages to excite and enrapture its target audience with an endless litany of 80s references. It pretends to be nothing more and delivers on what it promises. The weak characters and blatant wish fulfillment is forgivable given the book is a paean to video game and "geek" culture, both of which are allowed to take center stage and amuse those for whom the book is intended.
Infinite Jest is the puerile, pseudo-intellectual howl of a man with no discernible talent. It speaks to a very particular experience - that of being an upper class white man from suburbia - in a nauseating and self-indulgent way. It even fails to accurately capture that existence, but instead substitutes it with a vapid and disingenuous image that appeals to what the presumed reader (an insufferable "philosophical, deep, and brooding" hipster who thinks himself an intellectual) wants to read.
RPO is more palatable since it makes no pretense of realism or insight, whereas Infinite Jest is buoyed entirely by that pretense while ultimately failing to deliver.
You just made the case for the two works being incomparable - and came to a comparative conclusion.
The books are too different for one to be objectively "better" than another.
All I know is that, having read both, I came out of the end of IJ feeling better, wholer and smarter as a person, when I finished RPO I felt like I had wasted my time reading it just so I could say truthfully that I had read it during arguments about how bad it was.