Anybody here a published author? If so what did you publish? Was it self published? Did you sell any copies?
What do you need to read before you read the Tunnel?
Get on a train, head east, go through a tunnel of pitch black darkness, scream "eaedeerrty!" and then jump off, hitchhike to Moscow, fly to London, sail across the Atlantic in a rowboat, find Atlantis. And Now, now you are ready to open up the book to read the introduction. Come back after reading it and I'll tell you what is Required to actually put your eyes upon the first page.
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what is the meme trilogy of /lit/?
It's very short and I'm just looking for feedback. Anything you have to say will be read.
Dad and son sit across one another in the booth.
“How do you feel, dad? You’ve been silent since Pittsburgh”, says Ethan looking down at his half empty coffee and over the sodden tea bag stewing in boiling water on his father’s end of the table.
Behind the arts section of the New York Times a voice of once perfect diction and timbre lilts, “I’m fine. You know me. It’s the other stuff I’m worried about.” Harold reaches around the page to dip the teabag softly.
“The kids will be glad to see you and Martha will be glad to have someone else around the house.”
“I can’t stay with you. I’ve been on my own too long. I need the privacy.”
“Could you put the paper down? What are you even reading in there?”
Harold fold the paper down revealing his cool green eyes diffracted behind rectangular bifocals, “There are all these plays, these art critics, these galleries. Gone. An entire web of connections and references that have no external meaning anymore.” He takes a sip of the tea and begins to read from one. “Like sitting alone in an empty industrial plant while a man shouts at you through a loudspeaker about efficiency ratings. Mantrap, an adaptation of the 2023 Audrey Koch short story by Stanislav Verdeloski opening in the Sontag Memorial Theatre, speaks in the same tone as its absurdist author but with the dehumanization turned up past 13. This heightened level of engagement the audience feels…”
“What’s the point?”, interjects Ethan. He doesn’t look at his father but down at his spoon swirling around the last of his coffee. “It sounds awful. Why would anyone want to experience that?”
“You said you wanted to talk”
“But that’s not talking. You’re going to see your family. They’re all looking forward to seeing you, that you weren’t in the city when it happened. It means the world to them.”
“The world has more going on than this. This is a grain of sand under a boulder.”
“You’re lucky. You should feel blessed. Any of the others would be glad to be you. To be reunited with your family, your whole family.”
“How am I to feel joy in the face of such terror and pain? It’s worse to survive it, its as if I shoulder the weight of 25 million… And you speak to me of comfort in the face of such realities.”
“Your family is fine, I’m here. The kids will be there. You’re not the only one who felt the loss. The whole country has”
“The country knows nothing of struggle. It knows only excess, comfort and convenience. It thinks the millions that died a thousand miles away is a struggle for them. They know someone who knew someone. For them that’s hardship. Well things are going to get worse.”
A girl 17 years old wearing a yellow and white dress comes to the table carrying two platters. “Who had the poached eggs ?”
Harold motions to himself
“And you must have had the omelette with bacon and cheddar.”
“Thank you” says Ethan.
“Y’all have a good meal”
“Thanks” Harold mutters as she walks away.
“We’re gonna hit them back, dad.”
“I’m surprised we haven’t already. I expected it to be over within the hour when it happened. The power went out and I heard the sound and I thought it was over. If it doesn’t happen within the next week we might be okay. It might not happen.”
“They deserve what’s coming to them.”
“So do we.”
“Fine. That’s enough talking for now. Just eat your fucking eggs, dad.”
The silence continued long after the eggs were eaten.
Feeling pretty down and isolated lately, any good escapist recommendations?
What are some of your favorite books from before 1950?
I want to write short stories that connect in a subtle way. Are there any collections of works that do this. I can only think of H.P lovecraft and friends. King does that with his work but thats on a grander scale.
So I just finished this earlier, and I thought it was a pretty fantastic novel. So I want to know /lit:
What's your favorite sci-fi novel?
What's the first sci-fi novel you read?
Anything that you have been wanting to read?
Sci-fi is speculative fiction bruh. Fantasy is the shit, but something about space and time and the evolution of humankind through advances in technology has always made my dick wet. So tell me. Why is sci-fi "a shit" to you?
What are some good books for book clubs?
What have you guys been reading lately?
I just finished A Supposedly Fun Thing. I'm starting on The Kingdom of God Is Within You and Guns, Germs and Steel.
Also i'm looking for Questioning Collapse: Human Resilience, Ecological Vulnerability, and the Aftermath of Empire as an epub if anyone has it.
Why does /lit/ abhor this book so much?
If you aren't reading for plot then what are you reading for?
Best way to read Moby Dick? Recommended editions for people with no background knowledge of the time period, or whale anatomy?
Are there any examples of books or stories where the protagonist is sort of kept in the dark? Like their motivations, their name, they sort of exist as a mystery within the story? I'm writing something where the main character's purpose isn't defined at all and I'd like to know whether I'm breaking a cardinal rule of fiction.
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Can you tell us anything else about your story, OP, or are you still in early stages?
The Road and another book whose title eludes me didn't give their main characters names, so they are just "man", "son", etc. I enjoyed these aspects because I didn't need their names to become close to them.
I have always thought the concept interesting, and I like that you're going even further.
Is there an all-knowing narrator, or is the MC the narrator? There has to be a word for that, but it doesn't come to me.