What's the last book you nolifed?The last book you couldn't put down and called out sick for?Tell me please (now).
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>>25168508Ulysses reread. Was sick. Still took me a few days but it was all I did.
>>25168508Awww he’s cute :)
>>25168508bayesian methods for data analysis third edition
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>>25150898*Alien robothttps://www.forbes.com/sites/brucedorminey/2024/11/05/ai-has-likely-spread-through-cosmos-says-former-nasa-chief-historian/https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/most-aliens-may-be-artificial-intelligence-not-life-as-we-know-it/https://futurism.com/seti-scientist-aliens-are-likely-robotic-life-formshttps://www.popularmechanics.com/science/a62990282/post-biological-ai-aliens/https://www.science.org/content/article/if-we-ever-meet-aliens-they-ll-probably-be-robotshttps://nautil.us/why-alien-life-will-be-robotic-235661https://www.bbc.com/future/article/20160922-what-if-the-aliens-we-are-looking-for-are-aihttps://www.newscientist.com/article/2430601-dozens-of-stars-show-signs-of-hosting-advanced-alien-civilisations/
>>25165362That's a nice sentiment anon
>>25165362And what does he have in store for me if I reject him? Because if I've learned anything in life, it's that if someone punishes you for rejecting their love, they never actually loved you in the first place.
God doesn't have any citizenship so legally he would be an illegal alien if he suddenly descended down here on earth which I think is funny
>>25150898I mean yes
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>>25171382Nope, but it sounds interesting though!
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>>25170824Thanks for the feedback. I've added more description to the first scene, and some obvious points of comparison between the two settings. The first scene is meant to be imagined as similar to a well-lit dentist's office with shadowy figures operating on him. The actual room he's sleeping in is in some dark chamber that's constantly groaning and creaking but with idenfitiable characters. I'll highlight those comparisons and once I'm happier with the wording and pacing then I'll post it.>Maybe you could go with fewer descriptions and more sensory?A worry I have with this is that I'm trying to establish a distinct tone for each setting, the sensory detail (at least the invasive and uncomfortable stuff) I want to be confined to the simulated world, and environmental descriptions I'd like to be shown more in the real world, so that after a few cycles of switching the reader can determine which we're in based on the style of writing alone. That's the plan anyway, in practice that might be asking for too much work from the reader.
>>25171376>>25171389>>25171403He couldn’t see a thing, the dust and the smoke stymied the instruments. Blobs of nothing interspersed by the occasional signature of heat flashed white on his thermals. He had no idea what to shoot at. “Victor 1. Fire mission. 100 meters south, four rounds into the uh...” One voice began He swivelled the gun to look. “Victor 1, Charlie 03. Need support! Get your guns to hit...” Another voice on a different frequency. “Put some fucking fire on the whole god damn...” another voice joined in on the confusion He swivelled the gun back and forth. “..Flash, Repeat: The muzzle fla...Right there! Right there! See it? left of...” The first voice continued. He swivelled back to look for a flash. “Victor 1, Just fucking kill something!” House’s voice finally reached his panicked brain. Donaldson flipped the master safety off and pressed the Fire button on his console. The walls of every building in the cave shook as the percussion of each shot spewed fire from the barrel of the 25mm autocannon. The rounds, all travelling at 1,100 meters per second, reached their destination a fraction of a moment later. A few meters from the target, the timer in each projectile caused them to explode into precut shards, creating a cone of death that slammed with supersonic speed into what it was fired at.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
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I wrote a short story this weekend based on the characters from the Danchigai series, but with a deeper exploration of the Freudian subtext hinted at in the original manga. It's just a silly fanfiction story, but I'm really proud of how it turned out and thought to post it here.Enjoy. Or don't. I can't tell you what to do.
Posting another.Haruki reclined on the living room couch, daydreaming about his next video game purchase. Sure, DC Guy II: Turbo Edition looked cool, but did that alone merit a full-price retail re-release? Oh hell, he knew he was going to buy it anyway.As he pondered, he heard the front door abruptly swing open and shut, and felt a presence briskly brush past him from behind. Haruki reached behind his back and caught her by the wrist."Aiee! Pervert!" Yayoi shrieked."Where do you think you're going?" Haruki smirked. "I know for a fact you had a math exam today. Let's see those scores!"Yayoi, blushing, reluctantly reached into her backpack and handed her brother the crinkled test sheets. Adorning the header in thick red marker appeared a prominent "96," and a handwritten note reading, "Terrific job! Good to see you applying yourself."Haruki beamed as he scanned the papers. "That's great, Yayoi! Looks like all your studying paid off!""I had a pretty good tutor," she muttered bashfully, stuffing the test back into her pack. Yayoi started toward her room again.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>25171260Haruki, emerging from his room like a crumpled moth from its cocoon, shuffled to the living room in a wrinkled button-up shirt and an open blazer. His younger sister, bedecked in a pretty yellow sundress, stood frowning, unamused."Really, Haruki. You should put in a little more effort," she huffed. She reached for his waist and pulled down his shirt taut. Her hands next drifted to his neck, straightening his collar. Yayoi found herself unconsciously unbuttoning the first two buttons below the collar, and Haruki felt the heat of her hands on his chest."Th-there," she stuttered. "I-it looks much better as a V-neck." She quickly turned her face away, and Haruki could barely perceive the flush on her cheeks."Well," he said, oblivious, "Shall we go?""Let's," she curtly replied.The two exited through the front door, descended the staircase from their apartment, and ambled down the street toward the taiyaki shop. As they strolled, Satomi Satou and Aya Erihara, Yayoi's classmates, approached from the opposite direction."Yayo-yayo!" Aya called. "Nice to see you! What are you doing this afternoon?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>25171264Haruki carried the taiyaki, one in each hand, to the table outside where Yayoi waited. Each towered with swirls of creamy matcha soft-serve. Her sundress fluttering in the warm breeze, Yayoi gazed into the distance, caught in a daydream. A pleasant daydream, it appeared, as she sighed airily."They're ready!" Haruki announced. Startled, she snapped out of her fantasy and greeted him with an embarrassed smile. He watched her study his expression intently, as if to determine whether he had surmised her inmost imaginings. Apparently satisfied that he had not, she took the pastry from his hand.The siblings sat enjoying their treats in the balmy afternoon sun. As Haruki licked his ice cream, a little bit dribbled onto the corner of his mouth. For several seconds, Yayoi's eyes fixated on the sugary blemish."You're really a mess sometimes," she muttered. With her free hand, she reached for his lip and wiped off the melted matcha with her finger. Without thinking, she brought the same finger to her mouth and sucked it, thought Haruki, rather sensuously. For once, he was a little flustered. He stared at her in befuddlement until, as she finally looked up to meet his eyes, she pulled the offending finger from her plush lips with a pronounced pop!. The realization that she had stolen an indirect kiss from her brother crept across her face as a cherry crimson.There they remained, each frozen in a panicked, wordless grimace, for what seemed to both like an eternity. Yayoi was the first to attempt to break the tension, as she managed a sheepish smile."Th-thank you for the treat today, H-haruki...""N-no problem..." He sputtered in return.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>25171268Yayoi beamed. "You're very handsome, Haruki."Fin.
>>25171272This one was the last story which I wrote from three years ago.
What might have happened to Holden Caulfield after The Catcher in the Rye?
>>25170751Right but it's a natural dissociation case, isn't it? If I recall the guy watches a classmate walk out a third story window and goes truant because he realizes both that that could have been him and he doesn't really care the way he thought, so what am I doing here he asks? I can't blame him for this dissociation. He never even spit venom like your average 4chan user. He just needed an explanation.
>>25170751>parents who caredThis is precisely what he lacked though. They shuffled him off to boarding school as soon as they saw he was unbalanced by his brother's death, and when that wasn't enough to keep him out of the way they locked him up in the loony bin.
>>25170883Oh shit Holden's brother died? That's the same as me, damn. Classic shit. Haven't read in a long while
>>25170055>Watch out fellas we got a big boy here, who reads big boy books.That critique wasn't of the target age demographic of the book. Just cause I brought up YA doesn't mean I was shitting on the book for being YA. I was shitting on it for being like the Great Gatsby, ie shit because the focus characters are insufferable and whiny. Learn2read.>>25170036The book was bad because it was boring. I don't even remember what the fucking main character said or did because I wasn't fucking invested in him because he was an insufferable jackass which made me not care about him which contributed to the book being boring.Dumbass.
>>25168814retrofitted to fit the more contemporary emotional loser boy
—Ulysses! that whole business again, well it's not true it's bullshit I did not read it I'm telling you I did not read the damn thing I did not . . . In that cramped interval between his fingers' faltering insistence and the floor's mute expectancy, the cylindrical burden already half‑forgotten as an object and remembered only as the fleeting damp it had impressed upon his palm described its reluctant descent, a kind of minor abdication enacted with all the misplaced ceremony of something that had never belonged to his grasp in the first place. —Oh hi Anon.
>>25169437More like the average nu-/lit/ thread. Every thread is a shitshow now: Dosto, Melville, Joyce, Nabokov etc.Either that, or it dies with <10 replies.
>>25169429>There’s a pynchon thread right now and it is an absolute trainwreck. The one with the idiot trying to understand GR or the one where the OP likes to imagine Slothrop is black fucks a bunch of white women?
>>25169420Being as wrapped up in what people like as you are is something that most people grow out of in their early 20s, managing to make it to 34 and still behaving and acting as you are itt (like a teenager), is bleak.
If y'all had any stones you'd go after the big game. Faulkner, Dostoyevsky. Melville.Fight the real enemy.
If OP is doing Gaddis then I can take care of the shitting on Pynchon thread. Hell, maybe we can have two or three of those up at once if others wanted to jump in.
/lit/ lied to me; I am a writer, no, I am no real writer, for a real writer gazes long and wearily into the depths of the abyssal night that alone may swallow the world in its disgusting foetor stench bowels of Dis... and, lo, lo, lo, listen, hearken, to this sad tale... for my life is verily uneventful. The literary lifestyle is not what it is cracked up to be, fellow anons. Anon, anon, the Darkness takes me. My name is in periodicals and people have picked my publications, out of the oversaturated market, and said I am a name to look out for. I am a published author with five short stories, a dozen poems, and a book review out. I am now officially a public figure, even if I am not literally known as a household name. I have been paid professional rates, but it is not much because I should probably upgrade to a novel at this point. The payoff is kind of shit; I get spam emails all the time from scammers trying to say they will "review" my work or use my stories for a reading group, but they are probably phishing me. I spend all my time reading and planning, and researching the market, to the point that fiction is no longer as fun to me as it was when I was a child, when I had a sense of wunderkind. Do I really even have a talent for the word, or does the word quicken when I begin to try and force my preconceptions onto this language, in which all life is mediated? Even now, I can feel the clutch of death stroke itself against my hands, as I type this, weary as I am, knowing that I am not a real artist. And that a real artist must lurk here, lurk more into the cold autistic dark, like some savant beast of Lethe, drinking of the ambrosia of some beauty's sex, O horrid night! Wherefore have the beasts of yore awoken in the dark depths of this Arcadian field? I type and write and bleed at this keyboard, knowing that I can never know the real touch of a woman... O strife! O absentee god! Please save me from the intoxicating sobriety of this dull pain!
just be me and you'll have nothing to complain about, neck handsngl the depths of the abyssal night were pretty nuts though
I want to know what drives the German mind
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Entrenched_clause
>>25170000Okay, book on the left is good. Book on the right is basically worthless if you're not a German-Jew yourself.
Mein Kampf. The Jews and their Lies, and a book on Weimer is alm you need. You Jew cocksucking faggots.
>>25171237*all
Is there a quintessential Napoleon biography?
>>25169460Andrew Roberts and Adam Zamoyski, read both
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>>25169466>>25169540I liked it but I couldn't finish it on account of all the frog names. I got about as far as Napoleon's Consulship after he had returned from Egypt.
Clark Ashton Smith editionNotable Authors: H.P. Lovecraft, Thomas Ligotti, Robert Aickman, Clive Barker, Edgar Allan Poe, Algernon Blackwood, Shirley Jackson, Stephen King, William Peter Blatty, Robert Bloch, Bram Stoker, Mary Shelley, Edogawa Rampo, Arthur Machen, Ambrose Bierce, M.R. James, Sheridan Le Fanu, Brian Evenson, William Hope Hodgson, Clark Ashton Smith, Frank Belknap Long, Ramsey Campbell, Caitlin R Kiernan, Laird Barron, Jack Ketchum, Richard Laymon, Brian Lumley, Stefan Grabinski, Peter Straub, and many many moreDiscuss your favorite horror tales in both short and long form. What have you read lately? What do you want to read? What's a work of horror fiction or an author who you want to recommend?
Just got a copy of The Hungary Moon by Ramsey Campbell at my library.What am I in for?
>>25127455This is pretty rad, thanks anon
>>25139685Slewfoot
I’ve been reading Brothers Grimm stories to my toddler and those fellows really cooked. Are there any stories like that but for grown-ups? I’m considering Fairy Tale by Stephen King but I’ve never read any of his books before.
Started reading Songs/Grimscribe last night. I'm almost sober enough to pick it back up again (did an edible earlier) so Imma grab a couple beers for the cotton mouth and hunker down to read. I've read the first two stories so far, plus The Last Feast of Harlequin which I read on its own last Fall. I really haven't read that much Ligotti yet to be honest. Between the three of them I like The Frolic best so far (the third one being Les Fleurs which I thought was so-so, and I thought Harlequin was really overrated but not BAD exactly). Overall what I've read is promising if imperfect in terms of my taste. I think the only other Ligotti story I've read is...The Red Tower, I think, because I saw those MeatCast fags were doing a read through of it (I read it myself online). It was creepy and creative but utterly unengaging.
What are the most quintessentially American books out there?
>>25168421Huckleberry Finn is as American as it gets
>>25168421>Most American bookHunger Games>Most accurate description of an AmericanConfederacy of Dunces
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn is the book where greatest American book and most quintessentially American book overlap
>>25168430rare shoutout, great book
>>25170982You don't know what quintessential means, do you?
By anonI had to hide my erection, which was sticking out and making me walk like a creep. I have to say, those sluts who just walked past me were hot. Still young, with perky tits that swayed this way and that. They were coming off the beach and all had those overly zealous, bitchy faces, like they'd taken the art of sucking cock to heart."They'll probably go get fucked by some asshole who'll treat them like dogs and spit on them. Maybe even some black guy with a big dick," I thought to myself. It was the act of sucking balls and imagining their still-fresh little faces with their big tits hanging down that gave me a massive hard-on. I had to readjust my dick and I could already feel the precum getting wet inside.When I turned around, it was their big, firm, tanned buttocks shaking all over the place that gave me another hard-on, like a rhinoceros horn. I imagined my nose buried in them, all that sexy meat suffocating me. "I wonder what it must smell like, though, an asshole as pretty as that," I thought to myself. "What wouldn't I give to sniff it for just a second, to bury myself in a smelly paradise for a brief moment. I'd even give up my PC, you know. Just for a moment of infinity."That moment of infinity, I had chased it all my life, and I had never been as close as I was in Tokyo, where I volunteered for some bizarre porn film. They laid me in a pit and covered me with a platform until only my head remained uncovered. I was about to get a face full of it. Then, a Japanese girl, probably in her twenties, sat down in front of me, lowered her pants, and then planted her asshole right in front of my nose. An invitation to sniff.It unlocked something in my brain, being like that, like a shit-eater, with no more dignity than a fly you squash without a second thought. She was crushing me with her beautiful white ass and she started making me swallow her lunch. At first I spat it all out, I vomited, but she didn't give a damn and she gathered the pieces one by one to shove them back into my mouth with tweezers, until I swallowed them all, and she even made me eat the toilet paper she'd used to wipe the shit that was still stuck to her ass.I was over the moon, but I still had to stay in bed for a week because my stomach hadn't appreciated it. I kept replaying in my head the look she'd given me—hard, cold, contemptuous. It was when she looked at me like that that I felt alive and useful for the first time since I was born. I wanted to tell her to take me in, to feed me her shit for days, weeks, until I died with a smile on my face. Septic shock
Monica, we had connected through one of those websites for degenerates. "Full time slave looking for a cruel and violent mistress. $100,000 a year." For her, it was an insane amount. She lived in one of those industrial cities along the Volga, whose existence was almost no longer justified after the fall of the USSR. I had sold my small apartment to get that money. I didn't need it anymore. Besides, I wasn't even planning on coming back.The thing that struck me about her photos was the almost ethereal beauty of her features. Red-haired, with Pippi Longstocking-style pigtails and a band of freckles that went from cheek to cheek, she had eyes of such a light blue that one wondered if they were natural.She looked more like a caricature of the ideal Hitler woman on a German propaganda poster than the image I had of a typical young Russian girl. When I first saw her at Novgorod airport, something struck me. She was identical to the photos she posted, but her gaze, her eyes, were devoid of any soul. Eyes of an unimaginable pallor in which malice, selfishness, and disdain for other humans were all too apparent. The eyes of a creature who had never had to lift a finger for anything, who lived a life isolated from all labor, and who, as if jaded by the ease with which men fulfilled her needs, reveled in cruel and indecent acts just to feel the faintest hint of emotion in her heart.She had what looked like a homemade doghouse at her place, which she pointed out to me without a word, and which had surely been built by one of her Ivans in exchange for a feverish romp. She put a chain around my neck and tied me to the doghouse. I was trapped like a rat.Few words could describe the suffering and misery I endured during those months. And yet, each of these memories is precious to me. Monica was a first-rate sadist, a bitch, a loveless whore. She used me like a filthy public toilet, smearing it everywhere and then making me lick the floor clean until my saliva made it shine. She splattered everywhere. My tongue had licked every nook and cranny in search of puddles of urine, which I greedily sucked up, so there was never any need to vacuum. Sometimes, I could glimpse the shadow of a smile on her angelic face during a difficult moment when the shit was particularly foul and atrocious to swallow, and I felt a newfound zeal within me that made me redouble my efforts.Over time, I had become so accustomed to the taste of her excrement that I could guess precisely the type of cuisine and sometimes even the dish she had eaten for lunch or dinner the day before. A piece of poorly digested chili here, a kernel of corn there. I had developed a sense of pride in unmasking, beneath their filthy appearance, the dishes that my mistress deigned to share with me.However, this diet came at a price. Although sometimes supplemented with leftover rice or expired vegetables, I had become skeletal and malnourished.
Good job, it gave me thee boner
I know what you're thinking. Why inflict so much suffering upon oneself? Why destroy oneself to this extent? What could possibly drive a man to abandon life and seek refuge in the arms of filth and the denial of his own humanity? It's simply God. Yes. Each of these acts, which might seem absurd, were in reality attempts to merge with the eternal. By making the ultimate choice to renounce free will and devote myself entirely to the worship and contemplation of female orifices, I drew closer to the divine.For what else but the hairy, vulgar cunt of the most beautiful woman, that grotesque and gaping hole, the instrument that creates life and annihilates will and dreams forever unrealized, what else but the foul-smelling anus of a young woman in bloom, that blackened stain that contrasts so sharply with the pale beauty of a lovely goddess, a source of nothing but stench and filth, despite the softness, the beauty, the sweet fragrance of a still-fresh female body, what else could be more incredible to revere than the complete negation of a young woman's aesthetic perfection, so naively cherished by the simple-minded without embracing its entirety, without being utterly attracted, shocked, and disgusted by this violent mix of such extreme contrasts? In short, without feeling that nanosecond of eternity in the lowest baseness, crushed under the weight of the hidden and forbidden place, that monster of ugliness that I call god.It was with a contented smile that I often listened to my mistress's one-night stands moan with pleasure. As they emptied their seed into her carrot-haired hole, they imagined they possessed her, had conquered her, understood her. Poor fools. They had only experienced a fleeting moment of heaven, when her warm pussy greedily welcomed their spunk. They were then nothing to her, shells that had only tasted the sweet side of the divine being without ever being satiated by its sour side, so essential to the alchemical mixture of eternal life. As for me, I had devoured her entire being. I possessed her to the very depths of her intimacies, her forbidden secrets, down to the smallest beauty mark in the crease of her buttocks. She possessed me body and soul. We were in perfect harmony.I had tasted spicy diarrhea, various illnesses that made her urine bitter and dark yellow, and her excrement green and wavy. Her periods held no secrets for me, I knew their exact dates, their taste. She, whom men worshipped like a god and showered with ever more gifts and offerings, she surrendered herself to me in the most complete and exposed way possible. I had seen God in his most extreme nakedness.
The end
Why do people put these stupid plastic things in the pages of their books? I just bought this at the thrift store, every page has like 5 of them, and they abruptly stop at page 90.
>>25170787Wrong lil niglet
>>25170930Nah you’re right, they’re retarded. I just don’t care all that much since they just live in their own bubble, lacking any self awareness. I’ve never seen one actually called out on their bullshit. Actually, have they?
>>25170032>666kbhmm
>>25170060>>25170073I was thinking of creating a browser plugin to highlight the names of Chinese names. I just can’t remember that shit on my own.
>>25170060>>25170073I want to be her little baby tampon boy.
Fichte? Failed.Schelling? Failed. Hegel? Failed.Peirce? Failed. James? Failed.Husserl? Failed. Heidegger? Failed.The Neo-Kantians? Process philosophers? Speculative realists? Marxists? Formal ontologists? Ordinary language philosophers? Esoteric Kantians? Failed. You? Failed.Me? I have failed him.Humanity wasn't ready. Yet already within, I can feel something rising from the ashes...
>>25165557Nietzsche annulled him
TRUMP WILL COMPLETE THE SYSTEM OF GERMAN IDEALISM
>>25165569>to believe you are an architect, when in fact you are a brick-baker: the error of philosophers
>>25165406>Esoteric Kantiansis that still a thing?
>>25170255
Books about the need to procreate?
>>25166532to add to this, are there any books that discuss the evolutionary logic of cumming quickly and how lasting long in bed is a psyop by succubi?>inb4 the manipulated man
>>25166532The world as will and representation by Schopenhauer. Thus spoke zaratrustha by Nietzsche
>>25166532>>25168720a biology textbook if you are even average IQ
>>25168720sort of the opposite of this but I'm gonna bring it up anyway because it's a good book about sex and an interesting foil to this, Alan Watt's "Nature, Man and Woman" kind of has the thesis that cumming is overrated and sex shouldn't be about chasing orgasms at all
