/lit/ - Literature

>>21426091
We did it, fren. Gormenghast will be around rank 60

>>20897050
Fuchsia from Gormenghast. I love this extremely autistic girl like you wouldn't believe

>>20763230
What was he having a hard time with?

>>20725426
>fairytales/brothers Grimm
>Arthurian legends
>Romance novels novels involving a prince

>>20715559
I was thinking about this a lot the other day, and I came to the conclusion that Dr. Prunesquallor is the only sincere and compassionate character in the entire trilogy. Every other character is, to some degree, selfish and with a poor moral compass. Titus himself is an asshole for practically all of Gormenghast and Titus alone. Flay is also somewhat selfless and loyal, but I feel like it's not out of care for other people, but out of a reverence to the rituals of Gormenghast.

All that to say that Prunesquallor is probably the only character I could hang out with in real life and not want to blow my brains out. As far as most likeable character, it's a hard choice between Fuchsia and Steerpike. They're both some of my favorite characters out of any novel, and every chapter with the two of them interacting is genuinely perfect. They were even the only scenes in the novels that Peake didn't change a word of from the first manuscript, since he knew exactly what he was going for. It's most likely Steerpike since I feel like he was really the protagonist and driving force of the first two novels.

>>20713846
>Anyone read any finished or unfinished fantasy that's better?
Gormenghast, and it's not even close. Wheel of Time is alright, but I don't really feel like the length of it is justified.

>>20615375
It's extremely good. Peake pulls you into the world of Gormenghast and has you falling in love with even side characters.

>>20615417
Fuchsia fell at full length and began chewing at the grass in front of her. Her eyes as they gazed upon the lake were still inflamed.

'I hate things! I hate all things! I hate and hate every single tiniest thing, I hate the world', said Fuchsia aloud, raising herself from her elbows, her face to the sky.

'I shall live alone. Always alone. In a house, or in a tree.'

Fuchsia started to chew at a fresh blade of grass.

'Someone will come then, if I live alone. Someone from another kind of world--a new world--not from this world, but someone who is different, and he will fall in love with me at once because I live alone and aren't like the other beastly things in this world, and he'll enjoy having me because of my pride.'

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Fuchsia was leaning on her window-sill and staring out over the rough roofs below her. Her crimson dress burned with the peculiar red more often found in paintings than in Nature. The window-frame, surrounding not only her but the impalpable dusk behind her, enclosed a masterpiece. Her stillness accentuated the hallucinatory effect, but even if she were to have moved it would have seemed that a picture had come to life rather than that a movement had taken place in Nature. But the pattern did not alter. The inky black of her hair fell motionlessly and gave infinite subtlety to the porous shadow-land beyond her, showing it for what it was, not so much a darkness in itself as something starved for sunbeams. Her face, throat and arms were warm and tawny yet seemed pale against her red dress. She stared down out of this picture, at the world below her--at the north cloisters, at Barquentine, heaving his miserable and vicious body forwards on his crutch, and cursing the flies that followed him as he passed across a gap between the two roofs and disappeared from sight.