/lit/ - Literature

>>1956980
>>1956980

> I would just have the character state their ignorance of the matter.

Hmm, alright!

Sound advice! You've been of good help and I'm glad you've enjoyed it so far.

>>1956970
>>1956970

I feel like I'm asking the reader these questions but I do see your point. From time to time, when I'm thinking to myself or whatever, I tend to talk and question aloud to myself. It's almost like I'm questioning the concept of things just so it can be answered - if the main character went directly into a tirade about something that is bothering or puzzling to him without giving an intro to it, it seems odd. Again, I see the problem - it's turning it into some rhetorical thing which is unintended.

The best part for me will be the dream/memory sequences. I love to use stream of consciousness, I love to play around with words and deterioration of the mind in relation to prose. It's like a playground of literature!

>>1956966
>>1956966

> you seem to draw back in fear of self-consciousness

Nail on the head.

I'll definitely be taking your advice in stride. I've got the heart, and now I'm feeling I've got the courage, I've just got to write without obligation to anyone.

Thank you, Anon.

>>1956960
>>1956960

It's my first gun-ho at a novel actually. I feel I can do it but I just need to stick to it.

I've always been so worried if you could do an entire novel in language like this, but I've learned that it's not really important. I have a story to tell and I want to tell it badly.

Could you quote the part you didn't like much? I'm not following exactly.

" On a dark and stormy night there was a man who had arrived from the darkness. He seemingly evaporated from it, a ghastly spirit he was who held tightly to the briefcase he seemed to bring directly from the grave he was buried within. There wasn't anywhere to look when he entered, for he stammered loudly between the grunts he breathed out and slopped across the floor in a slumped stance over to the counter of just another Ohio gas station diner spaced cross the plains, which apparently stuck in a good variety of holes for corpses among the corn.

Not only was he loud in comparison to the hushed tone of the tight-knit biker and truck community that were all sitting a good distance from the door on his entry, but his visage was queer for the area. A suit, while caked in a grotesque amount of the dirt he assumedly had funneled out of in his frankenstein re-birth was draped over him like an oversized robe. It had been years definitely and the bones that could not even support the clothing showed - this is why it was shocking. The suit held to it's own among the ripped plaid flex shirts, the button ups of tattoo ridden boyfriends who wanted to impress their girls who were too busy throwing up in the bathroom over the orgies from before, it was like the suit spoke of a whole new world.

In the silence, where the fryers rested in a constant buzz as they grilled, burgers occasionally spurt out juices for excess sound that conjoined in a shock as he shrilled at the crowd."

I wrote this before /lit/ arrived. Now it's about a transvestite and dicks.

> i am so proud

>>1956474
>>1956474

> quality of posts, post count

Well, let's just let this thread die so I can keep living a lie.

;-;

>>1956453
>>1956453

How does one rank tripfags?

> Journey to the Center of the Earth

I'm a dissapointed ten year old rating this book. Up until the end it
Was probably one of the best books I've ever read. It was full of adventure and excitement, but then I got to the end. The book did not live up to it's name. It would be more appropriately called "Journey Almost to the Centre of the Earth. I recommend this book only to people who like major dissapointments.

>>1956381
>>1956381

4/10 Tom.

>>1955973
>>1955973

My work here is done.

I give you this of mine.
________________________________

the lost valley "cliff needles,"
verged cutting cross mountainous skulls;
jutting stone yoricks all, large flatfoot cruxes,
and just youthful splits fluttering up!
plum professors putting perilous paths,
for thrown tied to children tales

"Have not caught time with the Clifferlurk?"
sliding hands cross the dirky jerk smirk
"two breaking thins, as legs, fumble vast grass plains,
on a gaunt branch body painted in veins;
no arms that will to have man's greedy plunder,
to mirror its face, a black hole, with no face under;
yet rapt memory knocks for its horrific eyes,
which 'pear dashing in fear, the little eye spies;
and queer it is, with mad venture to seek,
how its stature slumbers as high a mountain peak,
yet monstrous, can it be so meek?"
on cliff edges perched, they wake in darkness for day,
each manic eye pair veering lights the way,"
lively, the old man speaker sways
"till they, in their cliff clique, say,

'we are but nothing here but these cliffs,
that mimic your shadow's back,
the essence of a hidden peoples,
among rocky riddle cracks,
the image of mystery humanity so lacks,
we are'

tell told, this verse is lightly freed,
yet the sun arise to shine it's creed;
in where, youthful eyes now would see,
rotten trees lie where the Clifferlurks be.

>>1955777
>>1955777

Well it's a light and funny read so I'd suggest it.

Catch 22?

Nah, he was probably straight.

Accomplishment.

> hard mode? psh

> 5554

>>1955391
>>1955391

> Sex?
> "Yes, please."

> Every time we meet it’s a breath of fresh air.
> cigarette

Elie Wiesel

>>1955192
>>1955192

While the 80's is modern, I'm talking about now a days.

Though I am interested to look at Rules of Attraction now.

You finnish books that fast?

Norway!

> mfw nobody will ever write about the modern party culture

> a song of rape and murder

>>1953013
>>1953013

I don't NEED a girlfriend.

;-;