/lit/ - Literature

Ok which one of you told me this book was like dark souls?

I am mad, I went out and brought it and am halfway through reading it and it is absolutely nothing like dark souls...

This is closer to Master and Margarita than dark souls. Half way through and their has been zero sword fights, one fight with plants? and thats about it.

Does this thing turn around in the second half and go dark souls mode or have I been trolled?

>muh books
Books are boring and have been made functionally irrelevant in the modern age. Why bother when I can use the internet for reading and gathering information? There's nothing I can get from Descartes, Kafka, Dostoevsky, Borges that won't be readily available elsewhere on the internet in 50 million places and far more digestible and to the point. And most written fiction is utter shit, let's not pretend otherwise. That aside, everything is getting adapted anyways.

There is literally no reason to read books other than to make yourself feel pretentious and smart. You get far more out of playing a game like Factorio or Terraria than you get out of the writings of Plutarch or going through the unnecessary cavalcade of Rome faggotry that /lit/ would shill to you when you could get all that same information in an evening by watching some video series on the same subject on YouTube.

Fact it, books are history. Before the internet they had their use but they have been replaced. As a written work, they are inferior to comics, graphic novels, manga and pulp. As a creative artform, they are inferior to games, television and film because they drone on so much more but lack the ability to say anything more than what the page allows them. In the modern era, they are the most braindead and easy "art" to master because any simpleton can put a pen to paper and, with the right kind of nepotism, get it published.

Video games are objectively superior to all, however, as you get the full package in addition to being able to interact with it all. You have visual storytelling, narrative works, music, artistic designs and all intertwined at once with the ability to interact or change those very things within the world of that game. Even a VN is better than a book.
Games are objectively superior because only games allow you to play them in different ways every time as they do, like Dark Souls. Can't do that with a book.

Are there any stories where Dragons combat artillery and cannons, and even lose to them? Many stories out there talk about how Dragons cannot be harmed by spears, swords, arrows or the like without a weakness being exploited. Smaug was killed with a well placed shot to an unprotected part of his body, the Ancient Dragons in Dark Souls had their scales peeled off by Lightning, etc. What are some stories where Dragons fight men using cannons?

Serious question, what kind of literature can my fellow anons recommend regarding themes like the end/beginning of a cycle, rebirth, "changing of the guard", myth of the phoenix, and so on.

For a backstory I feel like this is important to study in my own life as I feel that I'm on the "end" of the "current cycle" if that makes sense. Not trying to jack myself off here but I'm descended from a pretty impressive family that has slowly gotten weaker generation after generation, I'm the only that succeeded because my Mom married a moron and I had to stay hungry most of my life because of it. My hometown has gotten worse and worse and now people are leaving in droves. My country has descended into a lower state since I was a kid. Most of my hobbies from my youth no longer bring me joy and I've lost contact with old friends.

I feel like I'm surrounded by decay and in decay there is death. But from death there is also rebirth I guess? What should I read to focus on how to restart the cycle. I went to a Catholic school and had the customary education and I played Dark Souls (my world feels like this) if anyone from /v/ is in here. I've always felt attached to birds and the phoenix most of all, maybe that has something to do with. I feel like Fate knows that I'm the one that has to carry the torch from the end to a new beginning? Maybe I'm just schizo but this is how it feels.

Once I read Tolkien and I enjoyed it, but the rest of fantasy I tried felt like a B-movie, nothing close. And I mean not in style but in quality.
After some time Dark Souls and Berserk scratched my itch, but after all I'm back at it again.
But I'm not looking for a good fantasy (I think it's a cursed genre), but now I look for actual roots of it all. Not sure I make myself clear, but aside from legend of Excalibur I barely know anything. Wikipedia has lots of info, of course, but where do I start? Where do I go for the legends?
Like is there any good compilation book for this? How is it even called?
Any /lit/ approved shit?
Sorry for mumbling, cannot really express myself in a non-autistic way.

The Dark Souls of books

Any books like berserk or dark souls influence?
Probably dark fantasy, like really dark fantasy

Don Quixote would make a 10/10 videogame if it was made by From Software niggas.

It's literally a perfect story for a dark souls game.

Is this the dark souls of litterature?

What books are set in this setting? dark fantasy but with depth, not super cheesy?
its the sequel to dark souls if anybody knows either of these games

What is the Dark Souls of literature?

I'm a fan but some of his choices confuse me.

Cormac McCarthy uses medical conditions in his writing sometimes and I usually don't understand how to interpret it. I think I have an idea of what he means, but I'm never sure. Sometimes I think he's reaching for imagery that's trying to be smart at the cost of being effective - but I'm a fucking retard and he's one of the best writers alive, so that clearly isn't it.

Is this some sort of literary device? I doubt it is, but is there still a name for this? Examples below:

> What deity in the realms of dementia. What rabid god decocted from the smoking lobes of hydrophobia could have devised a keeping place for souls so poor as is this flesh. This mawky, wormbent tabernacle.

>Nights dark beyond darkness and the days more gray each one than what had gone before. Like the onset of some cold glaucoma dimming away the world.

>He rose and stood tottering in that cold autistic dark with his arms outheld for balance while the vestibular calculations in his skull cranked out their reckonings.

And how precious you are, how precious that chaos could only incarnate you once, and romanticize your short existence with your souls oblivion and your bodies decay, a great tragedy but a dark beauty in itself. The world is full of beautiful things outside of man, but none as beautiful as art, and you are the only art I care for. A perfect portrait. Yet though the vision is forever and is what shall remain long after you are gone, the canvas as tough as it is will not last forever. But your not a painting, your a prince and like those painted centuries ago, beautiful but nowhere as dear as you, they live on in the frame despite it all, and more beautifully despite it all, despite them all just shriveled forms, bones, or dust. And how tragic, how beautiful oblivion it is, how crowning it is to beauty, and how despite it all how comforting the sleep will be.

>“And how precious you are, how precious that chaos could only incarnate you once, and romanticize your short existence with your souls oblivion and your bodies decay, a great tragedy but a dark beauty in itself. The world is full of beautiful things outside of man, but none as beautiful as art, and you are the only art I care for. A perfect portrait. Yet though the vision is forever and is what shall remain long after you are gone, the canvas as tough as it is will not last forever. But your not a painting, your a prince and like those painted centuries ago, beautiful but nowhere as dear as you, they live on in the frame despite it all, and more beautifully despite it all, despite them all just shriveled forms, bones, or dust. But how tragic, how beautiful oblivion is, how crowning it is to beauty, and how despite it all how comforting the sleep will be.”

What is this passage from. I saw it posted a while back somewhere but I can’t find where it came from. It’s one of the most beautiful and tragic things I’ve ever read.

To: Wormwood

ATTN: Corrupting souls

Wormwood,

I notice that u have not made that much progress turning our subject into a Minion of Satan, which is not very Sneed or Chuck of you. So it would be very poggers if u could redouble your efforts on leading him down the dark path.

https://www.gutenberg.org/files/408/408-h/408-h.htm

"After the Egyptian and Indian, the Greek and Roman, the Teuton and Mongolian, the Negro is a sort of seventh son, born with a veil, and gifted with second-sight in this American world,—a world which yields him no true self-consciousness, but only lets him see himself through the revelation of the other world. It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one’s self through the eyes of others, of measuring one’s soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity. One ever feels his twoness,—an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder."

I mean it's kind of obvious that he's talking about black people being socially alienated from american society but what do you guys think?

Many people disagree with me on that

Hi /lit/, I am a 450 pound male trying to find a new hobby instead of playing cod and dark souls all the time so I got into reading, one of my favorite bands is the insane clown posse and I decided that I want to read a book about them. Any recommendations? real tawk.

(Pic unrelated)

Replaying Dark Souls and Solaire (the warrior of sunlight) describes the Sun as being like a Father. While I can obviously see the allusions to God, are there any books going in on using the Sun as a guide for masculinity when lacking a strong father figure of your own?
Yes I know this is a schizo post.

What are some books with similar vibes to dark souls and it’s lore

I'm looking for fantasy books closest to pic related: Dark Souls, Tainted Grail, Symbaroum and the new adaptation of the Green Knight. What I mean by this is is fantasy books where the important factor is a cryptic narrative, strong sense of mystery and dense atmosphere.

Closest book from the genre to this that I've read would be Book of the New Sun but I'm looking for more.

2001's AI Artificial Intelligence was directed by Steven Spielberg but written and storyboarded for over ten years by Stanley Kubrick, who directed the film adaptation of this board's favorite novel Lolita, and, although racially Jewish, he was a self proclaimed atheist and obsessed with Hitler; at one point telling his producer quote "Hitler was right about almost everything" during the production of Eyes Wide Shut. Conspiracy theorists claim he was recruited by the Demiurge to film the Moon landings, and encoded hidden messages in his films to alert the public to examples of mass deception, not only about the illusory nature of the Moon landings, but also lies surrounding the JFK assassination, child trafficking in secret societies, and child abuse (to put it mildly) by people in positions of power. He also was planning a film about the holocaust, which he was never able to film, and ultimately it was AI (a passion project he apparently started in jealousy over his middling success with the more technically revolutionary film 2001: A Space Odyssey compared with the popular success of Star Wars) that was posthumously filmed by Mr. Spielberg.

Like Star Wars, AI Artificial Intelligence is meant to be a Sci-Fi Fairytale, something of a dark sci-fi retelling of Pinocchio.

To get to the point: the film can be taken as an allegory concerning God and the creation of Mankind. With Man and Androids as stand-ins for God and Man respectively.
The implication of the film is that God (Professor Hobby) is a pedophile who created Mankind (the David androids) innocent in Eden to be his submissive sex droids, but then, dissatisfied with the inherent shallowness of fucking droids, God acted the Serpent and gave the droids Knowledge of Good and Evil, awareness of their function as his fuck toys. With this awareness, the androids end up causing the extinction of the human race by pleasuring us to death (interrupting reproduction, allegorically a Nietzschean killing of God), and in their loneliness they begin cloning human beings: not just cloning them, but attempting to technologically emulate our souls.
So the cycle repeats: the hyper advanced machines at the end of the film seek companionship and love by making little human dolls, and trying to make them "awake".

Besides just straight up Jewish esoterica, is there any literature that even comes close to being so relentlessly pessimistic?

what is the dark souls of literature?

> Marguerite Porete even writes a sort of manual to help others remove their armor. She calls her book a Mirror of Sim ple Souls. It is a profoundly anti-Christian work. When a re pressed Christian looks into the mirror, a free human being is to look out. Christian humility and self-denial are not the goal, they are part of the condition to be overcome. Zarathustrian light, a light so bright that it blinds, shocks the individual out of the dark Leviathanic pit, wakes her from the centuries of stony sleep. Outside the pit there's undreamt-of joy, there's exultation, not in an Afterlife but in Life. The wakened person recognizes the repressiveness, the sinfulness, of the separa tions; she recognizes her oneness, her kinship with all that is; she recognizes herself as Life, as Earth, as Deity. She mates as freely as other divine beings, enjoys the sexual act, and knows that the Sin is in the priests and their doctrine. She rediscovers the ancient community of free, sinless beings, and she sees the community fenced in by repressive powers, by artificial obsta cles. Without qualms, she turns to sweeping away the obstacles: the sacraments and preachers and their salvation machin ery, the Virgin and the Saints and God himself. Communities of free human beings are to reappropriate the powers usurped by Leviathans with no more qualms, "with such peace of mind, as they use the earth they walk on."
>This message is no Christian heresy. It is as far from any thing Judea-Christian as the wisdom of Dakotas, Ojibwas and other communities as yet unknown to Europeans.

"We hauled forth our members and at it we went and the judge on his knees kneading the mass with his naked arms and the piss was splashin about and he was cryin out to us to piss, man, piss for your very souls for cant you see the redskins yonder, and laughin the while and workin up this great mass in a foul black dough, a devil’s batter by the stink of it and him not a bloody dark pastryman himself I dont suppose and he pulls out his knife and he commences to trowel it across the southfacin rocks, spreading it out thin with the knifeblade and watchin the sun with one eye and him smeared with blacking and reeking of piss and sulphur and grinnin and wieldin the knife with a dexterity that was wondrous like he did it every day of his life"

>what did he mean by this?