Never buying used again.
>>25344807Admit it OP, it was you who did it.
>>25344807Lesbian??
Based and gay
>>25345176You're right, I'm a bad bitch
>>25344920My imaginary girlfriend is going to be toilet paper after I finish reading it.
FFF-Class Trashslopper EditionStubbed >>25335561>What is /wng/ — Web Novel General?A general for readers and authors involved or interested in the growing phenomenon of 'web novels', serialized English fiction posted to websites such as: Royal Road, Webnovel, Scribblehub, Wattpad, Archive of Our Own, Spacebattles, HFY, various personal author websites, and more>Why read web novels?Not for prose or tight editing or deep themes, frankly. As a whole, web novels are infamous for content sprawl and pacing issues. If you enjoy having millions of words to sink your teeth into to get to know the world and characters, though, you may be interested. Keeping up with other readers on a weekly basis to discuss the story's events unfolding is another perk, in the same way discussing an ongoing TV show might be.>Why write web novels?Ease of access & potential for Patreon earnings. Many successful authors gain an audience on their website of choice and funnel their readers into a Patreon. See graphtreon.com/top-patreon-creators/writing for an idea of what some are earning.Also, once an author has earned a fanbase, transitioning into an Amazon self-publishing career is several orders of magnitude easier than starting 'dry'.>Advice for Noobs!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>25346227because the people whose writing it was trained on did
>>25346256More accurate to say the people responsible for their reinforcement learning liked those kinds of sentence structures.The base data is literally just all written text available to humanity, lol
>>25345528>followers: 0Working real well, I see
>>25346227>hemmingway vindicated after his death by AIi don’t know how to feel bros
>>25345224>>25345278Unless it's a kind of story where death isn't permanent I would advice against killing harem members unless you are finishing up the story overall. Once you cross that line it isn't really a harem story anymore and the tone of your story will have shifted to something a lot darker and more serious that will echo throughout the story going forward. Which is fine if you are in the end game of the story but not fine if you have to deal with the long term fallout of that charcter's death in a former harem story.
Now that it is officially over, what's your plan for surviving the post-literate world?
>>25343548Oh well
>>25343555I 100% believe i shouldn't be allowed to read
>>25341422Jokah laugh
>>25338497>I just enjoyed the words and the imagery when I read it firstit's common when reading poetry to expect to read a poem several times to parse it many different waysmaybe you should be doing the same? read a chapter once in your leisurely way, registering the images and feel of the words, then reread it again focusing on the narrative and metaphoric implications
>>25336844> Trade school for chinks and jeets devalues the humanitiesColor me shocked
Why isn't Ada ever discussed? It's comparable to Ulysses in complexity, wrapped in that typically beautiful Nabokov prose. The complexity and volume of French and Russian references, allusions, jokes is overwhelming.
>sci-fi>alternative historyFuck off back to /sffg/ with your genre shit
>>25345673Bot reply
>>25345668>The complexity and volume of French and Russian references, allusions, jokes is overwhelming.These not a great book make
back to westeros with the young wolf editionASOIAF wiki: https://awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/Main_PageBlog: https://georgerrmartin.com/notablog/Old blog: https://grrm.livejournal.com/So Spake Martin (interviews): https://westeros.org/citadel/ssm/Book search: https://asearchoficeandfire.com/SSM search: https://cse.google.com/cse?cx=006888510641072775866:vm4n1jrzsdyGeneral search: http://searcherr.work/TWOW samples: https://archive.org/details/411440566-the-winds-of-winter-released-chaptersold: >>25310112
>>25345236More like Cold D lol
What are the chances of Bri killing Stannis in the books?
>>25346174Near 0 imo. I always saw her forgiving stannis as he was just doing what needed to be done. Much like jaime did with the mad king. Especially now that he has regrets over killing him
>>25336738But it will never finish.
>>25346275so never pick it up
From the book Fidel Castro: My Life>The solutions put forth by imperialism are the quintessence of simplicity...When they speak of the problems of population and birth, they are in no way moved by concepts related to the interests of the family or of society...Just when science and technology are making incredible advances in all fields, they resort to technology to suppress revolutions and ask the help of science to prevent population growth. In short, the peoples are not to make revolutions, and women are not to give birth. This sums up the philosophy of imperialism.>What has Capitalism resolved? It has solved no problems. It has looted the world. It has left us with all this poverty. It has created lifestyles and models of consumerism that are incompatible with reality. It has poisoned the waterways. Oceans, rivers, lakes, seas, the atmosphere, the earth. It has produced an incredible waste of resources.>What model has capitalism given the world to follow? An example for societies to emulate? Shouldn’t we focus on more rational things, like the education of the whole population? Nutrition, health, a respectable lodging, an elevated culture?>The working class is the creative class; the working class produces what material wealth exists in a country. And while power is not in their hands, while the working class allows power to remain in the hands of the bosses who exploit them, in the hands of the landlords, the speculators, the monopolies, and in the hands of foreign and national interest groups, while armaments are in the hands of those who service these interest groups and not in their own hands, the working class will be forced to lead a miserable existence no matter how many crumbs those interest groups should let fall from their banquet table.It should be noted that Cuba has a higher literacy, better numeracy and lower infant mortality than America despite having the same racial demographics of slavery. They train doctors for free for impoverished countries like Palestine. All this despite Cuba's own impoverishment from the embargo
>>25346165>>25346173Gentlemen, gentlemen. Can't we compromise? and kill both?
>>25346207Die, anarchist.
>>25346173Can you people do ANYTHING original?>>25346066>UMMM NO I MEAN THE THING *AS MY NEORELIGION MISUNDERSTANDS IT* NOT THE REAL THINGAll you people can do is lie and copy right wing memes and ideas. No wonder Mark Fisher killed himself.
>>25346173>>25346199>>25346217It seems we have a full survey of ideology
>>25346231Still doing the nerd shit, still not answering my questionAutist
Γλαυκῶπις edition>τὸ πρότερον νῆμα·>>25286593>Μέγα τὸ Ἑλληνιστί/Ῥωμαϊστί·https://mega dot nz/folder/FHdXFZ4A#mWgaKv4SeG-2Rx7iMZ6EKw>Mέγα τὸ ANE·https://mega dot nz/folder/YfsmFRxA#pz58Q6aTDkwn9Ot6G68NRg>Work in progress FAQhttps://rentry dot co/n8nrkoAll Classical languages are welcome.
>>25345604I can't be the only one who gets a bad impression of the Reading Greek series. It's so fucking messy. You should be able to just glance over the pages and get a good overview of the structure. It doesn't help that it's spread out over three fucking books, but if they want to use this system they need put even more effort into the organization than when it's one book, which they clearly haven't done. You'd have to spend a considerable amount of time just looking into how the fuck it's laid out. And just the way it's written is fucking bad too, like it needed more editing work. Maybe this is why they call themselves "joint association of classical teachers" instead of giving the actual names of the authors like every other fucking textbook, because 1: it's a disorganized team of many people without clear leadership, and this is reflected in the low quality, and 2: those who actually did contribute the most want to avoid getting shit for the shitty product they put out. This is classical education in 2026, Idiocracy.
>>25345963>what would a literate late 1st century BC speaker use?This might be news to you but there was no audio recording technology back then.
>>25343933> What are they in set er error er erijy fcs ht called? That’s why you spell check everything you type before clicking post. Well unless you suddenly had a brain aneurysm and died at your keyboard in which case I apologize for being rude.
I'm too lazy rn for a proper challenge but I think this one is fun and unpredictable.Wikipedia challenge: Go on Wikipedia, click on 'random article' and describe what it is about in your TL.Easy mode: 50 wordsMedium: 75 wordsHard: 100+ words
Today I learned anceint Greece had turkeys.
I am indebted to Nabokov for his literary critique which freed me from third rate authors such as Dostoevsky.
So what you're saying is you are now a Joyce and Bely appreciator?
>>25342220I wouldn't go that far.
>>25343090You didn't get very far at all, then.
>>25340765Pale Fire and Ada are far better than anything dosto wrote. if anything, dosto is confined to the world literature corner doomed to survive only in AI excerpts
>>25340765>one bookCome back when you've read all his main works.
TATHAGATAGARBHAThe world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.—Ernest Hemingway, "A Farewell to Arms"And then they take it all awayAnd then they take it all awayAnd then they take it all awayHow many years have I been away?—LowFar away and long ago, in the kingdom of the Mad King, there was once a dungeon, and in this dungeon there was no light; in this lightless dungeon, no prisoner ever again saw the sun, and no prisoner ever left alive.One day, a man was arrested for a crime that was never named; the exact nature of the alleged crime itself is unimportant, and perhaps it had never actually even been committed by the man. Regardless, without trial, this man was taken by royal guards down stone steps that grew colder with every turn and shut behind an iron door thicker than the torso of a giant; the iron door was closed and locked, and all light was gone.Sometime later, the Mad King came to the dungeon to visit the man, because it pleased him to do so; the Mad King was a swinish king, a sadistic king, a tyrannical monster of a king who believed, by virtue of his regal lineage, to be a breed above that of the citizenry of his realm, and whose rages were fed by the screams and cries of anguish of his subjects, and thus he stood before the man and spoke.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>25345373Many, many months later, after interminable sessions of agony, the torturers scalped the man, peeling away the thick, hairy flesh of the crown of the head and leaving only a glistening, smooth white expanse of exposed skull; they took the ears of the man, first the lobes and then the whole, and they took the nose of the man, creating a great, black hole in the center of the face, and they took the eyes of the man, first the lids and then the orbs, with great care such that the man might feel the unbearable, searing falling of each separate, endless darkness. They took the lips of the man and pulled out the teeth, one by one, roots and all, over many, many days; they cut out the tongue of the man at the root. They castrated him, root and stem, and sealed the wound with hot irons and needles, and, at last, when of all his insensate screaming and crying in anguish had subsided, of the man there remained only a torso with a head... the head had no hair and no eyes and no nose and no ears and no teeth and no tongue, and the torso had no limbs and no sex; it lay in the straw of its squalid cell in the depths of the lightless dungeon and breathed and felt pain when its wounds were dressed, but otherwise it made no sound and offered no reaction... through all of the godless atrocities rendered unto it, it did not squirm or flail or scream or cry in anguish, but rather maintained a demeanor of something akin to silent composure.
>>25345375The Mad King stood over the helpless, mutilated abomination he had ruthlessly designed, but he showed no sign of triumph; rather, his face was purple and spittle flew from his lips when he spoke. The Mad King had done this to innumerable others throughout his long and bloody reign, and they had all broken or died or gone mad... but this one had not. The Mad King screamed then at the terrible creature before him, until the stones of the dungeon seemed to tremble: “I’VE TAKEN EVERYTHING FROM YOU, YOU SIGHTLESS, WORDLESS, SEXLESS WORM! I’VE UNMADE YOU AS MUCH AS IT'S POSSIBLE FOR A LIVING, SENTIENT THING TO BE UNMADE! WHY WON’T YOU REACT, GODS DAMN YOU?! SAY SOMETHING! DO SOMETHING, YOU WRETCHED PEASANT! YOUR KING COMMANDS IT!”The torso turned its ruined face then toward the sound of the voice; it turned slowly, blindly, with the clumsy persistence of a plant seeking light... the lipless mouth, empty of tongue and teeth, curved upward at the corners... and then it smiled, like it knew something of which the Mad King could never be aware; the Mad King howled with apopleptic wrath, drew forth from the scabbard at his side the sword that had opened so many bodies, and drove it through the torso where the heart still beat; the blade pierced the heart, and the man died.The Mad King stood panting above the lifeless, mutilated body, when suddenly a pain seized his own chest, a crushing fist inside the ribs... with a short, sharp cry, he first dropped his sword, and then he dropped to his knees; he fell beside the man he had systematically unmade, and the swinish, sadistic, monstrously tyrannical heart that could not bear the existence of one unbroken spirit burst within him, and he died there on the floor of the lightless dungeon.
>>25345380The Mad King has been dead for many, many years, but today in this faraway kingdom the lightless dungeons remain; new prisoners are brought and new screams rise and fade... but in the darkest cells, passed from lipless mouth to maimed ear or only thought in the silence between screams, there is sometimes told this preceding story, of a man who lost everything and smiled, and of the King who possessed everything and died of the smile he could not destroy. As you make your way throughout your own journey through space and time, may this story stay with you, and provide you some scant consolation as the lightless dungeon that is all our lives inevitably sinks its knives into your flesh again and again and takes away from you piece after piece after piece until nothing remains.Even emptiness is empty.—Nagarjuna
>fake and gay(thx anon)
>>25345370All that nihilist garbage when Buddha-nature is primordially free, indestructibly-present, spotless, vividly aware, luminous and unbound!Sad!
Cormac McCarthy is at once carnally present and fastidiously invisible in his work – present through his distinctive voice and invisible because there is not a trace of autobiography in his novels, at least the pen never wavers like a divining rod over the waters of the Self.His style is Classy Southern Gothic and has often been compared to Faulkner’s. Certainly neither man is reluctant to deck drab characters out in purple prose. McCarthy alternates lines of Appalachian dialogue (‘git!’) with Maeterlinckian cadences (‘a meniscus of pale brown froth’), just as Faulkner’s convict shouts, ‘Gimme that oar’ and then rows off ‘with a calculated husbandry of effort’. On the very first page of Suttree, one of McCarthy’s later novels, he is capable of writing: ‘wave on wave of the violent and the insane, their brains stoked with spoorless analogues of all that was, lean aryans with their abrogate Semitic chapbook reenacting the dramas and parables therein and mindless and pale with a longing that nothing save dark’s total restitution could appease’. The trick, apparently, is to juxtapose gritty Anglo-Saxon concreteness with refined Latinate abstractions (‘spoorless analogues’, whatever that means).Despite such occasional excesses, McCarthy is a more controlled and resourceful stylist than Faulkner. Although both McCarthy and Faulkner are given (as Mary McCarthy once observed of another Southern Gothic, Tennessee Williams) to dropping the needle down on their poetic LPs in order to break up an otherwise pedestrian page, the resulting ‘poetic realism’ is less jarring in McCarthy’s fiction, especially in his most recent novels, Blood Meridian and All the Pretty Horses. But even in Horses (the first volume in a projected trilogy), McCarthy can get LPish, as in this evocation of an old Comanche road in Texas: ‘nation and ghost of nation in a soft chorale across that mineral waste to darkness bearing lost to all history and all remembrance like a grail the sum of their secular and transitory and violent lives’. Of course it all depends on how much you can take. I can take this sentence fine up through ‘waste’. I like the Poundian tone of ‘nation and ghost of nation’ (as in Pound’s ‘drums and kettledrums’) and even in the windy last bit I recognize it’s not just all blarney but that a sort of intelligence animates the contrasts between ‘all history’ and ‘transitory’ or ‘grail’ and ‘secular’, but the grail does seem out of place on the Texas plains, and in general the periodic sentence structure and the overkill rhetoric are far less admirable than McCarthy’s more usual dry eloquence, as when he notes ‘the muted run of sand in the brainbox’ when a character turns over a horse skull, or compares the glow of distant lightning to ‘welding seen through foundry smoke’.
>>25346242The rusting sadness of American train yards, the melancholy pyrography of the bleak American landscape are as comfortably within McCarthy’s register as they are in Pynchon’s (or Kerouac’s), and the scandalous rearing up of violence out of a banal nowhere is as much McCarthy’s as Flannery O’Connor’s subject. Indeed McCarthy is the chronicler who has shown us (in Blood Meridian) the ceaseless bludgeoning violence that must have been the reality of all those heroic legends about the Old West, just as he is the poet of male solitude in a lonely man’s world of cowboys and Indians or half-sane drifters.Critics used to praise writers for their ‘range’. They probably had Tolstoy or Balzac or Dickens in mind, and no one was considered great if he or she didn’t render at least one birth and one death, one miser and one spinster, a first ball and a last hurrah, war and peace. These literary occasions have come to seem less and less obligatory as the twentieth century wanes; what we fin de siècle readers prize is obsessiveness and fervor, rhetorical energy, passionate intensity – all necessarily narrow, I suppose.Cormac McCarthy’s forte is solitude. He’s always written about it. His first novel, The Orchard Keeper, has but a ghost of a plot: a man kills a stranger and then unknowingly becomes a friend to his victim’s son. The characters are hillbillies lost in the mists and drizzle of their mountain fastnesses. His second novel, Outer Dark, is out of print and I haven’t read it, but his third, Child of God, is Southern Gothic at its creepiest, the sort parodied by Nabokov in the afterword to Lolita (‘I’m crazy, you’re crazy, I guess God is crazy’). In Child of God a half-wit (‘child of God’ is regionalese for people with a screw lose) loses his ancestral farm, becomes a forest hermit, discovers a naked couple asphyxiated in a parked car and soon develops a taste for dead women.Although few of the man’s thoughts are reported and there is no meretricious effort to pass necrophilia off as just one more delightful variation on the great human themes, nevertheless we understand the murderer’s single-mindedness. Within a cavern he assembles his corpses like the members of the family he’s lost. The writing is as hard and mineral as A. A. Ammons’s poetry:>In the night he heard hounds and called to them but the enormous echo of his voice in the cavern filled him with fear and he would not call again. He heard the mice scurry in the dark. Perhaps they’d nest in his skull, spawn their tiny bald and mewling whelps in the lobed caverns where his brain had been. His bones polished clean as eggshells, centipedes sleeping in their marrowed flutes, his ribs curling slender and whitely like a bone flower in the dark stone bowl.
Not terrible but>there is not a trace of autobiography in his novelsNot true. I've only read Blood Meridian and did so before knowing much about Corncob but you can feel his familiarity and identification with Tennessee and detect the authentic, quintessential, American Boomer's pathetic overcompensation for the racial contempt of his ancestors. Or you can if you're from the area at least.
>>25346253Suttree is a long, dense novel about outcasts who live on a polluted river, probably the Tennessee. There’s a terrible scene in which a bum tries to drown his dead father in order not to pay the funeral expenses, but the cadaver surfaces. The style has become more layered and detailed: ‘Beyond the counter ranged carboys and galleypots and stained glass jars of chemic and cottonmouthed bottles cold and replete with their parti-colored pills’. Again the mineral note is the purest McCarthy sound: ‘The incessant drip of water echoed everywhere through the spelean dark like dull chimes’.A trace of plot emerges only towards the end of the book when Suttree is briefly kept by a salty whore and the two of them live through Hopperesque scenes set in Tennessee, becoming sweaty nighthawks in diners with rusting chrome and smudged windows. Up to this point McCarthy’s books seem like pretexts for singing the songs of poverty, solitude and mineral hardness. The plots are dicey, story points are scattered here and there like insufficient clues and they rarely condense into anything so solid as a mystery. Characters are half-glimpsed through palimpsests of words, and motives are difficult to dope out. Of course, as Vereen Bell has argued in her excellent book The Achievement of Cormac McCarthy, these may all be strategies for de-centering his novels and people (‘only the aimless can be adequately open to the saving rhythm of experience’).But with Blood Meridian McCarthy seems to have discovered that suspense and memorable characters are the best fictional structures for promoting a sense of duration in the reader’s perceptions. Since fiction, like music, is primarily a temporal art, any device that inflects the reader’s perception of time becomes crucial, not just as a hook for grabbing the reader’s attention but as a strategy for modifying the very material out of which this art is composed: time. Plots generate suspense and characters promote a sense of identification, both elements that engender a taut awareness of duration that has little to do with clock time.Blood Meridian may be episodic but it is filled with a gathering horror as the author recounts the bloody progress made by a group of American adventurers into Mexico in the 1850s. Here the Indians are no noble savages; they are as rapacious, drunk and debased as the white men they fight. Presiding over the ghastly revelries is Judge Holden: ‘He was as bald as a stone and he had no trace of beard and he had no brows to his eyes nor lashes to them. He was close on to seven feet in height and he stood smoking a cigar even in this nomadic house of God.’ A gifted gabber, a born charlatan, fiendishly cruel, the judge is a cross between Tennessee Williams’s Big Daddy and William Burroughs’s Doctor Benway copied out in brimstone.
>>25346263A fourteen-year-old named The Kid is the other protagonist in Blood Meridian, and as in all of McCarthy’s novels a young man is learning sorry lessons about a hostile world. In All the Pretty Horses that youngster is brought to the extreme foreground, which is probably what makes this newest book more touching, more accessible, even more interesting than the others. Once again a youngster has lost his family and home, this time because his mother, a talentless actress, is divorcing his dying father and selling off her unprofitable Texas ranch. John Grady, the youngster, lives for nothing but horses and open spaces. He and his best friend, Rawlins, head south of the border. There they come across a hapless, unlucky North American lad named Blevins, who from the first smells of trouble.Trouble is quick to find them all, but throughout the book the reader is convinced of John Grady’s integrity. If Blood Meridian blasted away our last illusions about the Old West, All the Pretty Horses restores some of them; McCarthy has rescued for us out of the debris of all those bad movies and hackneyed books the ideal portrait of the stony-faced, stoic, completely decent cowboy. Grady suffers a nightmarish sentence in a Mexican prison because he’s befriended the hotheaded Blevins. And he suffers from a broken heart because he’s fallen in love with a highborn Mexican young lady.McCarthy has never been much good at portraying women. In any event his men are too poor, downtrodden, crazed or shy to attract women. But here he has exquisitely rendered a high-spirited maiden out of a fairy tale (‘she came in past him all rustling of clothes and the rich parade of her hair and perfume’). That ‘parade’ is worthy of Sir John Suckling. The increased human warmth, fortunately, has done nothing to dispel the metaphysical chill so essential to McCarthy’s art:>The fire had burned to coals and he lay looking up at the stars in their places and the hot belt of matter that ran the chord of the dark vault overhead and he put his hands on the ground at either side of him and pressed them against the earth and in that coldly burning canopy of black he slowly turned dead center to the world, all of it taut and trembling and moving enormous and alive under his hands.In this book the lyricism is under control, it serves a purpose, the number of rare words is reduced, the sense of overall design is surer. Politically the book seems admirably even-handed; Mexicans are as virtuous or evil as North Americans – and as various and complex.
>>25346270Nor has the world of horses ever been shown with more knowledge or pleasure. Grady and Rawlins win over the Mexican ranch-hands by breaking in a whole troupe of wild horses. Blevins dies when he protests against the theft of his horse. The horses are felt as living, sensitive creatures. Even human beings are described in equine terms (‘You look like you been rode hard and put up wet’).This is almost as hard and relentless a book as the others. Only this time McCarthy has shown everything through the eyes of a young man who has some illusions left. To be sure, there are flaws in the novel; the Mexican maiden aunt is allowed to discourse on and on in an utterly unbelievable, heightened way for page after page. Grady wavers between being a wise, preternaturally adult aristocrat and a typical redneck kid. But these ‘flaws’ mark the suture points where McCarthy has tried to graft a fairy tale on to realism, and this strange admixture gives the book its darkly poetic majesty.
I'm convinced Kafka was autistic.His nightmares weren't nightmares but his very reality living as an autist in a normie world. Trying his best to put in a way a normie could understand and emphasize with.Also, just look at him.
>>25346124Ok, but I can do that.I've done that.I've experience autism but I've been more.Not only that, I have control over my emotional states through years of experience them (or lack thereof).I'm advocating for people to be more like me.I am normal to me, and people find me extra-ordinary normal (normal+) as I relate to everyone I have met in the whole emotional spectrum, and I have a will to power to make others have the ability to relate to others as I do. I feel this is noble and right to do for my fellow man; to uplift them to cure my loneliness and share in my glory of being.
>>25346144Cool story, pinball wizard.
>>25346156jelly?
>>25346124interesting. Whenever I commit a faux pas (which is somewhat often) I always think of what the more appropriate thing to do or say would have been when I get home and have some time to myself. I like to think I have a pretty normal level of social understanding and that it's just my on the spot instincts that are pretty terrible. But maybe i just have autism lol
>>25343623Maiskolben!
What's the last time you read a really long book?Like a really really long book, like 400 pages or so
>>25345137I'm reading Infinite Jest right now. 270 pages in out of 1000.
>>25345137Im reading War and Peace, unabridged. Page 680 something (or 700) out of 1348 pages
i have a book written on my dick but i had to stop reading it cause its just too damn long
>>25345137Just because I like to run doesnt mean Im capable of running a marathon!
>>25346228I get the feeling context will just make that page more ridiculous instead of less.
How do I into Jung? Coming from fiction and biographies and want to start to get to grips with babby's first unconscious mind. Any opinionated philosophers here tonight?
>>25345621MAHS isn’t a good way to be introduced to Jung it’s catered to hippies and kind muddied down. Jung was reluctant to write it. Just go straight for the scholarly work you’ll be fine. Joseph Campbell portable Jung packs all the significant primary material into one volume.
>>25345621Both of these were written mostly not by Jung which may be an asset for somebody who wants to get into Jung*ianism* but for his work itself I always advise Modern Man in Search of a Soul.
Jordan Peterson often dilutes his work but is nonetheless a sufficient introduction. Marie von Franz has a large length interview on YouTube. Good luck anon
>>25345364Use subjects and predicates for complete sentences or GTFO.
>>25346222Newfag>>25345364I picked up Psychology Of The Unconscious without any preparation and I'm doing fine, although I'm familiar with almost all of the classical stuff he's mentioned so far. I'm enjoying it but he's very 20th century German (derogatory) and the lingering, Freudian, hyperfixation on sex is kind of childish even if it works sometimes.
We are not equal and never will be (unless we take the eugenics pill)
We are not the same PeriodAny contrary opinion is pure cope
>>25346080In a hundred years the invention of the internet and ai will be attributed to some Pajeet or Chang. This is how potent the want for worth is. Self-esteem is pure rot.
>>25346080you will never have sex and you will never spread your genes. how does that make you feel?
The bell curve is easily proved by looking at the history of Sub-Saharan Africa prior to colonialism. Their greatest accomplishment, which Afro-centrists love to bring up when they aren't LARPing as MENA or Roman, is Great Zimbabwe. Its a fairly respectable settlement, a city of around 10,000 people with high stone walls which existed from 11th-15th century. It was then abandoned in the 16th-17th century, prior to European colonialization of the region. It's had some cool artwork and seemed fairly wealthy, yet completely collapsed on its own. But at the same time, in Medieval Europe, there were scores of cities throughout the whole continent with populations in the multiple tens of thousands to low hundreds of thousands, all with enormous sprawling walls, running water, clocktowers, gothic cathedrals, writing, steel production, etc. They effortlessly mog the greatest urban center in all of Southern Africa. Even in the Iron Age you had the Celts building giant hillforts and oppida which could rival Great Zimbabwe in population or size. Sub-Saharans are just incredibly stupid, broadly, even if they are fairly genetically diverse, lets not even try to talk about the accomplishments of the Khoisan or Pygmies lmao.
>>25346080We are going to kill you all and rewrite the history books. No one will ever know you people even existed.
Books on the feeling of being an alien in your own country
Books about low quality threads?
Another Country- James Baldwin
>>25345816I'm a frog. I can't recommend a specific book but I understand you.
the camp of saints
