I chuckled consistently throughout Catch-22. The imagery in Lolita was real good. The Stranger kept my attention best. Boy I just don't know, I'll probably insult other people's taste rather than introspecting and considering my own.
At least you had enough introspection to realize that, which is more than can be said for a lot of people on this board.
I'm not that well read, but I'll say Lolita. I'll probably change my mind in a year's time, when I've read more.
I won't answer that because I can't. But here's one I've been fascinated with recently.
Ah, I just finished reading Sound and the Fury and I thought it was incredible, terribly confusing at parts but such a pleasure to read. Is Absalom, Absalom! good? I was about to put it on my next purchase list.
I really enjoyed Temeraire.
I know its YA shit and to be honest it's not even a good book and the rest of the series is shit, but that was the book I enjoyed most and so it is the best book I have read.
i'm not saying that dude, i'm just saying it's basic. literature has gone a lot further since the sound and the fury and if that's your favorite book then you clearly haven't read enough.
I use audible and average a book a week, sometimes two books/week
I don´t think there´s a book I have read that can classify as the best I read, damn I got so tangled up in literature that I just can´t pick one specific book. However, I recently re-read Faust by Goethe (I know... it´s a play) and everytime I read this play I found it more overwhelming and satisfactory.
"Your opinions are shit" Nice compassion. Sounds like you need to remind yourself that this is just water.
>mfw the people who think they don't need dfw need him the most smh
The Brothers K. I can only point to one scene in its 700-something pages that bored me, and that was the prosecutor's speech, but then it picked up again immediately after. Other than that, I loved every page of it
The Madeleine Chronicles, by Marcel Proust.
In a distopic near future, young Marcel is out of cereals and milk for breakfast so he takes some madeleines and tea.
But what Marcel doesn't know is that eating those madeleines will change France's future since he's gonna lost a lot of time that will allow nazis to invade his country or whatever after 3000 pages.
In the meantime he'll become a NEET and an edgy gaylord, constantly whining for everything.
10/10 would read again.
The Gospel according to John is probably mine. I am a lukewarm catholic with serious reservations about the historicity of the Bible, and moreover I am rather skeptical of christian eschatology. Nevertheless, John's Gospel too me is sublime. Even if you aren't a christian, I recommend at least reading this. Exodus is probably a close second followed by Genesis. Good stuff.
I think few goes with things you can count.
>I have fewer than ten apples
>I have less of an aptitude for math than English
Also I think fewer goes with plurals generally. I'm not the guy who corrected you by the way.
Maybe the first half. The second half is dreadful since it's almost entirely God telling Moses exactly how the Tabernacle is to be constructed, which is then repeated verbatim later on.
I don't know why you guys don't take these threads more seriously...if you're going to troll, might as well make it funny, which, news flash, none of these posts are. All they are are recondite jokes that contain dry to no humor at best. AT BEST.
Thus, let me proclaim;
the only real answer here is Light in August.
That guy has an uncanny acumen for seeming like several different people.
not op, but I'm reading it now (80% done). It's more of a slog than either Sound and the Fury or As I Lay Dying. It feels more dense, and is kind of tough to read. Though the story is still pretty good and the prose is typical Faulkner great
I think it's because Wallace has a passionate fanbase, which naturally invites a backlash. Also I suppose his style is just not for everyone. It took me a little while to warm up to what he was doing with his writing--I found it somewhat offputting at first even; others don't get past that hump I suppose. A lot of the criticism of him is pretty empty though, like when the autism label gets memed at him (ridiculous given how deeply empathetic and insightful his writing is).
From what I've read?
For imagery, Blood Meridian.
For absolutely flawless prose that is beautiful in every line, probably Lolita (maybe something else by Nabokov)
For prose that shoots past beauty into the otherwise unreachable firmament of insanity-genius, Ulysses
For thematic complexity, Moby Dick (not counting Finnegan's Wake as it is a Rorschach test)
For grand story development and character study/development, the Brothers Karamazov
But my favorite book has to be either Childhood's End by Arthur C. Clarke, or The Sparrow by Mary Doria Russell.
Are you italian?
Being born and having lived near where it takes place, it resonates with me on a deep, personal level. It's not about the deepness of thoughts expressed, or the extreme floweriness of its prose, it's about the passionate nostalgia of a sentimental, compassionate human being; it's humble, earnest and as close to what truly makes life as it gets.
My second favourite would have been in search of lost time, so maybe it's just my bias
I don't understand why everyone writes the same titles. You do not have personal tastes /lit/? You base only on the popularity of a work?
Onestly, i love fantasy and science fiction, so my favorite books are H. P. Lovecraft complete works and Walter Moers The city of dreaming books. Also The Naked Sun of Asimov.
lol it changes style a lot really quickly
"He climbed to the crest of the sandhill and gazed about him. Evening had fallen. A rim of the young moon cleft the pale waste of skyline, the rim of a silver hoop embedded in grey sand; and the tide was flowing in fast to the land with a low whisper of her waves, islanding a few last figures in distant pools."
"With a sudden movement she bowed his head and joined her lips to his and he read the meaning of her movements in her frank uplifted eyes. It was too much for him. He closed his eyes, surrendering himself to her, body and mind, conscious of nothing in the world but the dark pressure of her softly parting lips. They pressed upon his brain as upon his lips as though they were the vehicle of a vague speech; and between them he felt an unknown and timid pressure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odour."
Just finished Of Mice and Men and Grapes of Wrath and think i'm gonna pick this up next. honestly find it hard to believe that Steinbeck could write something more powerful than Grapes of Wrath...