What’s the male version of this? I’m tired as fuck
>>24944019Idk what it is actually about and I am not nearly interested enough to even Google it, but since I see it paddled as the femcel novel you should probably check out some of the incel novels. Pick your poison
>>24944019There's a DeLillo short story from 1968 called "Baghdad Towers West":>A surreal story about a man's descent into a world of sleep and dreams. The unnamed narrator, a former vice-president of a company called Lithic Industries, moves into an apartment in a modern high-rise building in New York City.>The narrator becomes obsessed with sleep and dreams, using three beds as conduits for different types of sleep experiences. He spends most of his time sleeping, gradually disconnecting from reality and losing his job due to "massive indifference.">Throughout the story, the narrator interacts with the building's inhabitants, including a young boy named Ulysses who constantly rides the elevator. The narrator also reflects on his past, including his failed marriage and his growing disillusionment with his corporate life.
>>24944019>book about sleep>diamond-hard entertainmentAlright.
>>24944019Honor Levy wishes she had the talent of Moshfegh, a serious writer. Give her a whirl anon I loved the previous book, "Eileen" who was so gross and femcelled out.
>>24944019I honestly couldn't say. It's a very Young Woman Ennui book. It would be like asking me what the blue version of red is.
>>24944190>femcelledLet me guess ... she fucks 10 chads minimum?Femcels don't exist. Even Islamic countries most women have 30+ bodies by 19 Disgusting
>>24944210>Even in Islamic countries...That's because all 19 male family members honor rape their sisters to preserve the family's izzat.
>>24944210>Let me guess ... she fucks 10 chads minimum?You're chatting with a certified chad at the moment who's fucked dozens of college girls at my 5'8 height (although I say 5'9) and certainly could have saved her fictional femcells with a good dicking. If I can do it so can you.
Raskolinkov sleeps a lot in Crime and Punishment.
>>24944019This is a girl book with a girl premise and girl writing that is meant for girl reading.
>>24944316Sounds like you knkw a lot about girls, faggot
>>24944316girls! so mysterious ! surely a man could never learn something of the human experience from reading anything from the female perspective on life. Rather read what it's like to be short and tiny and scared of getting raped by anything with a dick from a woman than a male view.
If a book is genuinely only enjoyable for one sex it's probably shit. Just read moshfegh. It's good
Oblomov
>>24944076delillo is a woketard prick hackworthless drivel
>>24944358i tried and just got bored of it after page 40 something or otherit was quite boringher short stories are her real strength
>>24944434Where has he expressed anything woke? Any specific examples?
>>24944019Haven't read that yet but my instinct is to say Fight Club:>Three weeks and I hadn't slept. Three weeks without sleep, and everything becomes an out-of-body experience. My doctor said, "Insomnia is just the symptom of something larger. Find out what's actually wrong. Listen to your body.">I just wanted to sleep. I wanted little blue Amytal Sodium capsules, 200mg-sized. I wanted red-and-blue Tuinal bullet capsules, lipstick-red Seconals.>My doctor told me to chew valerian root and get more exercise.>Eventually I'd fall asleep.>The bruised, old fruit way my face had collapsed, you would've thought I was dead.
>>24944316>not wanting to gaze inside the female mind>t. 27yo khv
>>24944358You have bad taste
>>24944298It's all about the face bro.
>>24944210>most women have 30+ bodies by 19you need to throw your phone in a river Anon, you're too young to be this poisoned and bitter.my wife and I didn't "save ourselves for marriage" but I'm the only guy she's ever fucked. she was my second, but that didn't concern her either.most people have very very low body counts. you just have to go out there and make connections with real human beings instead of staring into your phone and stewing in all this slop that's tailor-made to make you misanthropic and self-loathing.
>>24944019>male version of thisIts been debated here many times over.American Psycho by BEE is complementary to this book.
>>24944019Kneel before scene queen of femcel /Lit/ Worship at her wet alter and inale prose. Early on in this phase, I had my dirty laundry picked up and clean laundry delivered once a week. It was a comfort to me to hear the torn plastic bags rustle in the draft from the living room windows. I liked catching whiffs of the fresh laundry smell while I dozed off on the sofa. But after a while, it was too much trouble to gather up all the dirty clothes and stuff them in the laundry bag. And the sound of my own washer and dryer interfered with my sleep. So I just threw away my dirty underpants. All the old pairs reminded me of Trevor, anyway. For a while, tacky lingerie from Victoria’s Secret kept showing up in the mail—frilly fuchsia and lime green thongs and teddies and baby-doll nightgowns, each sealed in a clear plastic Baggie. I stuffed the little Baggies into the closet and went commando. An occasional package from Barneys or Saks provided me with men’s pajamas and other things I couldn’t remember ordering—cashmere socks, graphic T-shirts, designer jeans.I took a shower once a week at most. I stopped tweezing, stopped bleaching, stopped waxing, stopped brushing my hair. No moisturizing or exfoliating. No shaving. I left the apartment infrequently. I had all my bills on automatic payment plans. I’d already paid a year of property taxes on my apartment and on my dead parents’ old house upstate. Rent money from the tenants in that house showed up in my checking account by direct deposit every month. Unemployment was rolling in as long as I made the weekly call into the automated service and pressed “1” for “yes” when the robot asked if I’d made a sincere effort to find a job. That was enough to cover the copayments on all my prescriptions, and whatever I picked up at the bodega. Plus, I had investments. My dead father’s financial advisor kept track of all that and sent me quarterly statements that I never read. I had plenty of money in my savings account, too—enough to live on for a few years as long as I didn’t do anything spectacular. On top of all this, I had a high credit limit on my Visa card. I wasn’t worried about money.
>>24945152>submit the powerI had started “hibernating” as best I could in mid-June of 2000. I was twenty-four years old. I watched summer die and autumn turn cold and gray through a broken slat in the blinds. My muscles withered. The sheets on my bed yellowed, although I usually fell asleep in front of the television on the sofa, which was from Pottery Barn and striped blue and white and sagging and covered in coffee and sweat stains.I didn’t do much in my waking hours besides watch movies. I couldn’t stand to watch regular television. Especially at the beginning, TV aroused too much in me, and I’d get compulsive about the remote, clicking around, scoffing at everything and agitating myself. I couldn’t handle it. The only news I could read were the sensational headlines on the local daily papers at the bodega. I’d quickly glance at them as I paid for my coffees. Bush versus Gore for president. Somebody important died, a child was kidnapped, a senator stole money, a famous athlete cheated on his pregnant wife. Things were happening in New York City—they always are—but none of it affected me. This was the beauty of sleep—reality detached itself and appeared in my mind as casually as a movie or a dream. It was easy to ignore things that didn’t concern me. Subway workers went on strike. A hurricane came and went. It didn’t matter. Extraterrestrials could have invaded, locusts could have swarmed, and I would have noted it, but I wouldn’t have worried.When I needed more pills, I ventured out to the Rite Aid three blocks away. That was always a painful passage. Walking up First Avenue, everything made me cringe. I was like a baby being born—the air hurt, the light hurt, the details of the world seemed garish and hostile. I relied on alcohol only on the days of these excursions—a shot of vodka before I went out and walked past all the little bistros and cafes and shops I’d frequented when I was out there, pretending to live a life. Otherwise I tried to limit myself to a one-block radius around my apartment.
>>24944328What women think, what women believe, what women express publicly, and what women actually do, are never the same thing.So no. You are wasting your time thinking you will learn anything from what they express in public.
Unironically, The Metamorphosis.
>>24944019>What’s the male version of this? I’m tired as fuck
>>24945179>, what women express publicly, and what women actually do,What country of honor and L'esprit de fraternité do you live in anon? Because in America the men act the same
>>24944190have you read her most recent book, lapvona?
>>24945512Got a hold on it at the library, you rec?
