/lit/ - Literature

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>>12268541
"It is a tale/ Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury/ Signifying nothing"
Part 1 - Tale told by an idiot
Part 2 - Sound
Part 3 - Fury
Part 4 - Signifying nothing

Let me get a look at those drawers!

Is this shit really able to be understood by someone or I'm right in believing that it's just UNREADABLE? I generally consider myself to be a person with a good reading comprehension, but come on. I hardly managed to get through Benjy's part, but Quentin's part is just... too much.

I mean, it's like Faulkner tried really, really hard to make it as hard to read as possible, in an intent to be edgy or "so original" I guess, but it just results on a piece of entirely hard, unpleasurable book to read (and unpleasurable because k, i'm quite getting some things about the book, and i'd like to know more about them, but i never understand them fully due to the style of the author).

I sincerely don't understand how there are complete analysises and even a movie apparently made out of this book? Like, how do you connect the incoherent, non-linear stuff that's happening? I'd really like to know.

>It's not when you realize that nothing can help you - religion, pride, anything - it's when you realize that you don't need any aid.
How does Quentin's dad live with his own nihilist philosophy? It seems to me that his train of thought is the most depressing, void, empty way to view life and yet Quentin's dad not only lives with it for a number of years but even preaches it to his own son (and in doing so ultimately contributes to his suicide)

I'm reading The Sound and the Fury right now, only just finished the first chapter during a plane journey. Yeah, I know it's pretty frequently mentioned here nowadays. There's something so hopeless and desolate about it even though it isn't explicitly stated (Caddy having a muddy ass, I already know what that means - the fact that she's the only one who cares to understand Benjy and treat him like a human just makes me feel worse about it). It really proves the potential power of writing.

Laughter in the Dark by Nabokov is a cruel story, a more malicious take on a similar premise to Lolita. It's more a general feeling of anguish regarding the human condition than a feeling towards a certain character.

L'Étranger is written in such a mundane, straightforward, plodding manner that the description of the sun splitting the sky and slashing Mersault's eyes when he shoots the Arab kind of sucker punched me.

Blood Meridian has been mentioned already. It's so visceral and startling at times. The descriptions of brutality and murder are just as heavy as the whales swimming through the stars and the drunken djinn's in the desert.

I haven't read One Hundred Years of Solitude but have been meaning to for a long time.

>>11931583

I've read the first 20 pages of this novel around six times and I STILL don't get it. It's making me feel like a fucking brainlet and the nuances specific to it are stunting my enjoyment and appreciation of it.
I understand that the italics denote a shift in time (I'm reading the Vintage version) but is everything following the italic paragraphs also in the same time frame? Or are the italic paragraphs a sort of 'window' where the shift in time is limited only to them?
There must be a way to piece everything together into one coherent, chronological plot but I'm really not seeing it. It's also difficult for me to imagine Benjy as a man when he's surrounded by children who pick him up and move him - assuming that they aren't the same age as Benjy? I really don't know.

most engaging read in awhile

Whats going on with this cover?
Is it Caddy being possessed by Benjy or Quentins demands?

This book is making me feel like I should've read more as a kid and i'll understand it when i'm old then die and shit

I read on here that this book is one of the greatest novels of American literature. I decided to give it a go. I have not read any Faulkner, really, outside of some short stories and a failed attempt at "As I lay Dying", so I had no real idea what I was getting into.

That first chapter was a bit of a slog. I enjoyed it, and, being a brainlet, struggled more than I would have liked to, but then that second chapter kicked it. Whoo whee. What a fucking voice! This guy says some shit that floors me. I'm excited to continue reading it and I'm thankful I stuck with it.

Thanks anon

i'll start

Can we have a Sound and the Fury discussion? Jason was 100% in the right.

>When the shadow of the sash appeared on the currents it was between seven and eight oclock and then I was in time again, hearing the watch. It was Grandfather's and when Father gave it to me he said I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; it's rather excruciating-ly apt that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

Has a book passage ever made you say "holy shit" out loud?

Why didn't they just smother that hypochondriac bitch

ITT: books that were to difficult for you

I could make out the differences of time in the Benjy section but Quinton's is too confusing.

Reminder that

>Both Jasons are /ourguys/
>Dilsey is /ourgirl/
>Quentin is a stupid edgy nu-male fuck
>Caddy & her daughter are literal whores

My only 10/10

It's time to give it a try, Omar. And Justin.

Finished reading this recently. Where do I go from here with Faulkner?

How'd you guys feel reading this?

I picked this book for a book report, how should I tackle it?