What happened to the third person perspective in literature? What caused the architectural rigours of literature to dissolve so?
>>25515418idk man, fuckin hate all dis stream o conshushness
>>25515419yeah when i saw the new "book of the decade" about gay 80s jamaica was a stream of consciousness type gimmick i was like oh no not again. at least he uses paragraphs unlike those european dicks who won the nobel recently.
We don't know how to anymore.
>>25515418List good third person novels
>>25515477>an AI gooner's promptlmao
>>25515418It's still used all the time. >>25515419These are not mutually exclusive and the innovators of stream of consciousness writing wrote in third person.
>>25515516>it's still used all the timeby mundane and their vampire romances, yes.>these are not mutually exclusivenobody said they wuz, faggot
>>25515477they can't.
>>25515527Do you even read contemporary lit? You definitely implied it, otherwise why even say it if it has no relevance to OPs question.
>>25515477Most novels ever written.
>>25515531this u
>>25515533>you implied it!>idk man, hate all dis stream of conshushnessI didn't know retards like you actually existed, I'm a little shocked.
>>25515546You implied that they are mutually exclusive.
>>25515548where?
>>25515548give it a rest.
>>25515550By even including it in your post. It's completely irrelevant to OPs question otherwise. >>25515551Shan't
>>25515553sorry jeet, not today.
>>25515562You know there is no face you need to save, right? It's an anonymous website.
>>25515418>What caused the architectural rigours of literature to dissolve so?Book consumers having no quality standards and enabling corporations.
>>25515553A work may be an interleaving of third person and stream of consciousness sentences, but the two cannot exist simultaneously. The perspective of any book written in a stream of consciousness save the most esoteric and nonsensical ones where the main character is an earthen pot or a set of marbles, is within that consciousness. Categorically, if you are in someone's head, no matter the pronouns or syntax, your perspective is from within the noggin in question. QED
>>25515570>jeet can't stop thinking about how others perceive himrent free izzat right here.
required readingignore the NYT associationhttps://archive.nytimes.com/www.nytimes.com/books/98/11/01/specials/gass-present.html?_r=1
>>25515628Classic, Gass' essays beat out his fiction by a long shot. There it's all farts. Double those of Joyce's missives.
>>25515628From Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man a lovely one, said Lynch, laughing again. That has the true scholastic stink.—Lessing, said Stephen, should not have taken a group of statues to write of. The art, being inferior, does not present the forms I spoke of distinguished clearly one from another. Even in literature, the highest and most spiritual art, the forms are often confused. The lyrical form is in fact the simplest verbal vesture of an instant of emotion, a rhythmical cry such as ages ago cheered on the man who pulled at the oar or dragged stones up a slope. He who utters it is more conscious of the instant of emotion than of himself as feeling emotion. The simplest epical form is seen emerging out of lyrical literature when the artist prolongs and broods upon himself as the centre of an epical event and this form progresses till the centre of emotional gravity is equidistant from the artist himself and from others. The narrative is no longer purely personal. The personality of the artist passes into the narration itself, flowing round and round the persons and the action like a vital sea. This progress you will see easily in that old English ballad Turpin Hero, which begins in the first person and ends in the third person. The dramatic form is reached when the vitality which has flowed and eddied round each person fills every person with such vital force that he or she assumes a proper and intangible esthetic life. The personality of the artist, at first a cry or a cadence or a mood and then a fluid and lambent narrative, finally refines itself out of existence, impersonalizes itself, so to speak. The esthetic image in the dramatic form is life purified in and reprojected from the human imagination. The mystery of esthetic, like that of material creation, is accomplished. The artist, like the God of creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.
>>25515418>whati don't know but the website has been down for months
The third person died because man stopped fearing God, clearly. All literature became shit around that time.
>>25515708>posting gay 5 years out of date infographics unrelated to the threadYou're not an activist bro go outside.
>>25515418I am of the firm belief that 3rd person is less beautiful once you had the feeling of entering someone's mind. Bad first person is probably worse than mediocre third person, but good first person is always better than even the best third person novels.
