I love it when they put labels on books, so that refined patricians such as ourselves know which abominations to avoid.
Imagine for a moment that these watermelon slices are good posts, and that Asuka is time.
That feel when I want to contribute funny memes to the thread but I'm looking through all of my books and they're too patrician for any of that shit.
>tour de force
>"A page turner... [This book] is imaginative... with a few surprises in store.
In this debut novel, the multi-talented Georg Hegel gives an edge-of-your-seat, no-holds-barred, rip-roaring ride through the dark and mysterious caverns of the criminal mind. This romp-em-stop-em tale traces the journey of a strapping, curious, yet fickle young man named Spirit (Geist in the original German) as his godlike intelligence leads him from the rough-and-tumble, animalistic mean streets of an unknown Caribbean island, through the French Revolution, to the clean and well-ordered cities of present-day Japan. (For a fuller account of the book's enigmatic conclusion, plus some alternate endings and commentary, see Alexandre Kojève's stunning compendium.) Many readers may know Georg Hegel as a humble high-school teacher and occasional babysitter, but make no mistake: Hegel is a masterful storyteller. In the Phenomenology of Spirit (popularly called P.O.S.), he thrills us with the twists and turns of a deeply complex character's development, stopping on the way to wow us with fights-to-the-death, to illuminate the perils and attraction of religious fanaticism, and even to weigh the pros and cons of arcana such as phrenological metaphysics and systematic racism. Like so many of our best novels, Hegel's narrative is of course completely implausible, yet even when the story stretches the bounds of believability, its constant movement from one point of view to another—followed so often by a graceful synthesis of the two—makes Hegel's P.O.S. one of the best reads of 2007.
>Dis nice boy just wants you to read his novel, that's all. I know he's not exciting, but He did very well in school, and I remember his bar mitzvah like it was yesterday, such a nice Jewish boy. You should give him a chance, you kknow, it would make your bubby so glad.
>Yet it is more rewarding to approach Cohen’s sentences as a wild music, an aural manifestation of Internet traffic. This novel deals in many narrative modes — interview transcripts, emails, blog posts, book drafts replete with strikeouts — and is rich with clever neologisms. Cohen takes obvious delight bending the language as far as it will go. Sometimes it breaks, but these are noble failures. Comparisons to Thomas Pynchon and David Foster Wallace have become de rigueur when discussing Cohen’s work, but there’s also a trace of Saul Bellow’s stylistic exuberance in these pages.
>Jews are THIS butthurt about Pynchon and DFW dominating the "big novel" game
Damn guys at least wait until you have someone good before you try to knock the WASPs down a peg. Cohen is not at all on the same level.
This desu. I'm reading Witz right now and it feels like reading something written by an autistic Jewish Pynchon-wannabe, cramming as many Judaism-related words and insider references as he can get on the page
The reviews are a bit off too, lol
>Jeffra Hays rated it 5 of 5 stars
>Oy vey you say. Another funny Holocaust book?
>Now is the month of holidays, from the Jewish New Year through the Feast of Tabernacles and ending with Celebration of Torah. My (Orthodox) friend of forty years came to visit. I showed her a page from “Witz.” She closed the book, fast. “There’s a lot in there I wouldn’t approve of,” she said.
>Yes, O WickedWitz.
comparison does not mean "is as good as" it means "there is an easy way to get other people to understand and that is by using this reference to point out similarities or differences"
jews run america since you niggers started worshipping pop-culture; nothing to be butthurt about
>nothing to be butthurt about
Jews have the highest IQ and educational attainment of any group in America and have been hugely influential in all of the arts and sciences, but the Big Novel is the Everest of intellectual endeavor, because it is so public and so storied. Imagine how it must feel to be a rich English playboy who's conquered the world's great peaks and slain 11/10 pussy his whole life to be led to the summit by the hand like a blind child by a manlet Sherpa tribesman who lives in a hut and has cataracts from spending so much time at altitudes that would kill the Englishman in a day. How irritating that must be, to rule someone absolutely and still be in awe of how they do the one thing you admire most in the world.
From my own copy of Blood Meridian:
>"A bloody and STARKLY beautiful tale."
>"...extraordinary, breathtaking achievement"
I wonder if reviewers ever get tired of using cliches, or if it's an in-house joke to use as many as possible.