/lit/ - Literature

I haven/t read any of this author but I was looking for a fantasy saga to start after finishing Dune and I found this one in some lists and was drawn by the dark fantasy aesthetic of the artwork and a few positive reviews I read.
Berserk and Dark Souls are the only dark fantasy media I know desu but I cannot shut up about them. Is this a good place to continue exploring this sub-genre?

What makes Japanese writing so schizophrenic in such a lame way? Maybe it just translates really badly and the meaning is lost in English but even the most appraised japanese writers like Kojima, whoever the fuck writes Dark Souls or mangakas like Fujimoto or Araki read like slop. Can someone explain why all nearly all Japanese media has this intrinsic quality? Could a jap ever write A Scanner Darkly or a TV show like The Sopranos? I don't think so

devilman and beserk are good though

BEHOLD, THE MOST KINO, THE MOST LIT, THE MOST PATRICIAN POEM KNOW TO ANONS:
Father of lights! what sunny seed,
What glance of day hast Thou confined
Into this bird? To all the breed
This busy ray Thou hast assigned;
Their magnetism works all night,
And dreams of paradise and light.

Their eyes watch for the morning hue;
Their little grain, expelling night,
So shines and sings as if it knew
The path unto the house of light.
It seems their candle, howe'er done,
Was tinned and lighted at the sun.

If such a tincture, such a touch,
So firm a longing can empower,
Shall Thy own image think it much
To watch for Thy appearing hour?
If a mere blast so fill the sail,
Shall not the breath of God prevail?

O Thou immortal Light and Heat!
Whose hand so shines through all this frame
That, by the beauty of the seat,
We plainly see who made the same,
Seeing Thy seed abides in me,
Dwell Thou in it, and I in Thee!

To sleep without Thee is to die;
Yea, 'tis a death partakes of hell:
For where Thou dost not close the eye,
It never opens, I can tell.
In such a dark Egyptian border,
The shades of death dwell, and disorder.

If joys, and hopes, and earnest throes,
And hearts whose pulse beats still for light
Are given to birds, who but Thee knows
A love-sick soul's exalted flight?
Can souls be tracked by any eye
But His who gave them wings to fly?

Only this veil which Thou hast broke,
And must be broken yet in me,
This veil, I say, is all the cloak
And cloud which shadows Thee from me.
This veil Thy full-eyed love denies,
And only gleams and fractions spies.

O take it off! make no delay;
But brush me with Thy light that I
May shine unto a perfect day,
And warm me at Thy glorious eye!
O take it off, or till it flee,
Though with no lily, stay with me!

What is the dark souls of literature?

As the title says. Why do so many women insert an analysis of "patriarchy" even in topics where such a thing is completely out
of the blue. Example:

"Over they years I have come to understand that God(dess) and magic are not dark and light, good and evil. This is a myth of patriarchy, to keep us (especially women) from direct engagement with the power of nature and the magic inherent in our own souls."

Is this not just patriarchy shoehorned in between the discussion of majority religions and minority religions? I don't get why they do this.

>Be me, 22, walking home late at night
>Suddenly, a clown on a unicycle blocks my path
>Clown starts juggling, but it's not balls, it's small TVs
>Weirded out but can't help watching
>One of the TVs turns on mid-air, showing a news report
>Report is about a local hero who saved a family from a fire
>Realize the hero is my childhood friend who moved away
>Clown stops juggling, looks at me with sad eyes
>Tells me the hero didn't make it out of the fire
>Standing there, in the dark, with a clown and broken TVs around
>MFW I find out about my friend's heroic act and death from a juggling clown
>Walk home in silence, can't shake the surreal feeling
>The sea sings a mournful, ancient hymn
>For souls that walk its margins, grim.

For every tiny town or place
God made the stars especially;
Babies look up with owlish face
And see them tangled in a tree:
You saw a moon from Sussex Downs,
A Sussex moon, untravelled still,
I saw a moon that was the town's,
The largest lamp on Campden Hill.

Yea, Heaven is everywhere at home
The big blue cap that always fits,
And so it is (be calm; they come
To goal at last, my wandering wits),
So is it with the heroic thing;
This shall not end for the world's end
And though the sullen engines swing,
Be you not much afraid, my friend.

This did not end by Nelson's urn
Where an immortal England sits—
Nor where your tall young men in turn
Drank death like wine at Austerlitz.
And when the pedants bade us mark
What cold mechanic happenings
Must come; our souls said in the dark,
"Belike; but there are likelier things."

Likelier across these flats afar,
These sulky levels smooth and free,
The drums shall crash a waltz of war
And Death shall dance with Liberty;
Likelier the barricades shall blare
Slaughter below and smoke above,
And death and hate and hell declare
That men have found a thing to love.

Far from your sunny uplands set
I saw the dream; the streets I trod
The lit straight streets shot out and met
The starry streets that point to God;
This legend of an epic hour
A child I dreamed, and dream it still,
Under the great grey water-tower
That strikes the stars on Campden Hill.

Book that can be loosely about Pinwheel from Dark Souls?

Any books like this where everything is obscure and the world is just kind of broken and the protagonist is killing random bosses? Dark Souls as another obvious example of what I mean.

Any books like this where everything is obscure and the world is just kind of broken and the protagonist is killing random bosses? Dark Souls as another obvious example of what I mean.

I really like Dark Souls 2 but sadly I couldn’t find any other game like it and then I thought, what if there’s a book like it instead? Thing is, I don’t like fantasy books usually because they feel like they’re for faggots, but since Dark Souls games in general are DARK fantasy, then I need some recommendations of something that feels similar when reading.

>what is the Dark Souls of literature?

It's this. This is unironically the Dark Souls of literature. And the Berserk of literature too for that matter.

The Dark Souls of fantasy literature

she was into net art and dark souls

>mfw I realize this was the Dark Souls of literature the whole time...

In realms unseen by mortal eyes,
Where secrets dwell 'neath starlit skies,
A force unseen, both dark and bright,
Awakens hearts in endless night.

In whispered sighs of midnight's call,
Two souls entwined, they start to fall,
In depths profound, emotions brew,
A cosmic force, both old and new.

The veil of reason torn away,
As passions rise in disarray,
In tangled limbs and fervent kiss,
They dive into the unknown abyss.

A bond that defies earthly time,
In cryptic verses, hearts entwined,
In cosmic dance, they find their place,
Embracing fate's mysterious grace.

Though shadows stretch and horrors creep,
In love's embrace, their secrets keep,
In depths where fear and wonder meet,
Their love, a mystery, bittersweet.

I think it's possible to replicate Dark Souls' uniqueness, immersiveness, depth and challenge in a book.

Prove me wrong.

How did it feel when you first read Moby Dick and you arrived at the part which best describes you?
"And let me in this place movingly admonish you, ye ship-owners of Nantucket! Beware of enlisting in your vigilant fisheries any lad with lean brow and hollow eye; given to unseasonable meditativeness; and who offers to ship with the Phædon instead of Bowditch in his head. Beware of such an one, I say; your whales must be seen before they can be killed; and this sunken-eyed young Platonist will tow you ten wakes round the world, and never make you one pint of sperm the richer. Nor are these monitions at all unneeded. For nowadays, the whale-fishery furnishes an asylum for many romantic, melancholy, and absent-minded young men, disgusted with the carking cares of earth, and seeking sentiment in tar and blubber. Childe Harold not unfrequently perches himself upon the mast-head of some luckless disappointed whale-ship, and in moody phrase ejaculates:—"

“Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll!
Ten thousand blubber-hunters sweep over thee in vain.”

Very often do the captains of such ships take those absent-minded young philosophers to task, upbraiding them with not feeling sufficient “interest” in the voyage; half-hinting that they are so hopelessly lost to all honorable ambition, as that in their secret souls they would rather not see whales than otherwise. But all in vain; those young Platonists have a notion that their vision is imperfect; they are short-sighted; what use, then, to strain the visual nerve? They have left their opera-glasses at home."

/v/ shills this guy but Is he right? Is dark souls really connected to the night land? Also is the book actually anu good or is he just exaggerating

What are some books that capture the feeling of the following games that involve an individual making his way in a broken world pursuing a vague quest:
Bleak Faith: Forsaken
Mortal Shell
Dark Souls

Books that capture the feeling of being an individual making his way in a broken world pursuing a vague quest:
Bleak Faith: Forsaken
Mortal Shell
Dark souls

Any books that follow a premise like Dark Souls or Mortal Shell where a protagonist is running around killing bosses and completing tasks for a vague goal

Any books that follow a premise like Dark Souls or Mortal Shell?
A broken world that has ancient lore and a lone protagonist making his way through it?

Alright, you pretentious bookworms, buckle up for the mind-melting, soul-crushing showdown that will have your literary panties in a twist. We're diving deep into the dark abyss of American literature to pit Ernest Hemingway against William Faulkner. This battle of the ink-stained titans will leave no page unturned and no reader untriggered. Prepare for a literary bloodbath!

Topic #1: Writing Style
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