/lit/ - Literature

>>10909683

http://www.nydailynews.com/entertainment/harold-bloom-famed-literary-dead-87-article-1.3774947

>"stretched his legs"

Old Thread is dead.
As OP I'll critique the first three or four posts, but I can't do anything beyond that. My nephews Bar Mitzvah is at 5PM
Here's an excerpt from something I'm working on:
Before that door swung open, Leonard carried around with him a trench populated by all of the ghosts of the war. Leonard kept them there, dormant and inactive, docile and placid, never daring to peek inside. Leonard went to great measures to keep himself away from Verdun. He plugged his ears during thunderstorms to keep memories of artillery blasts at bay. He was careful to stay away from car exhausts, as the smell reminded him too much of mustard gas. He even had a word game to avoid recalling the names of fallen comrades. Instead of recalling Private Babineaux, Leonard recalled “Ford Motor Company” (Ford Motor Company died face down in the mud after being caught in enemy fire), in place of Corporal Allard was “Gilbey’s Scotch” (Gilbey’s Scotch died after weeks of torture in the field hospital after being exposed to Mustard Gas), and Captain Beaufort’s name was replaced by “Jiffy Biscuit Mix,” (JIffy Biscuit Mix was executed by his commandant after going against orders that meant certain death for the men he led). As painful as these ghosts were to Leonard, life without them was a life without conflict, and this was especially difficult for Leonard, because to him life was conflict. To not have a fight was to be nothing more than a ghost in the trenches of his own memory. However, when that door swung open, everything changed. He saw Vincent and everything came to him suddenly. What was once a void became a vessel. Leonard’s trench of ghosts became a river of pure malice and confrontation. It twisted and snaked through a landscape of scorched earth and human suffering. In Vincent he had found an estuary for his river, a scapegoat for his problems, an enemy for his faction. Although he found no peace in this river, it was not peace that he sought. He sought only conflict, only war, because, despite how much he could do to convince himself otherwise, he had never left Verdun, he was there always.

>>10703871
>poe

Art Ain’t free. The tree of canon and literature gotta be litterd with the blood of the school of resentment. Thomas Stearns Eliot aka “T. S” is not my poet. he is anti Semitic and probbaly post-christian as well :DD. HART CRANE and shakespeare not rowling and KING ok. praise gnosis.

>>10418195
My sister's didn't even break the cover for the books I got them last year...

Why does he like Roth so much?

>Read the introduction to a novel written by some "literary critic". Pic Related
>Literal spoilers in the 2nd paragraph
Why the fuck is this allowed?

What languages have enough contemporary fiction to read that you won't abandon them after you've read the classics?

I have assurances for Japanese but I dunno about French, German, Russian, Mandarin etc.

if bloom is the fantano of literature then who is the scaruffi?

>>9023968

READ MY BOOK