/lit/ - Literature

"This city needs to be destroyed!!! Or at least painted another color"

This is probably a bit of a stupid question, /lit/,
So here goes nothing.
I'm planning on reading a few books that weren't written in English but were translated afterwards.
Now English isn't my native language (Dutch is, though) and I'm not sure which translation I should read then (since there are still a lot of languages I do not master) in order to still have the best possible experience.
For anyone wondering, the books I'm talking about are "We" by Yevgeny Zamyatin and The "Name of the Rose" by Umberto Eco.
So, /lit/ are translations to English often done better than, for example, those to Dutch?
Thanks in advance.

we! by zamyatin

and the late novels of ernst jünger, he's like the right wing version of bataille and foucault

>>3751746

Goddamn fucking picture I forgot to cunting post.

oh sup, just influencing novelists like Huxley and Orwell
also, One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich

Which reminds me, what ever happened to the Integral? Did the OneState ever colonise any other planets? Find some nice space nazis to convert?

I really wish there was a sequel.

We by Yevgeny Zamyatin

if ya like dytopias why not start with the work which inspired orwell?

btw: when it comes to bnw what would i do : i would bang the crap outta lenina

Thanks for stealing my shit Orwell

PROTIP: Only one of us had the experience of living in a dystopian nightmare

so basically 1984 is a straight rip off of Yevgeny Zamyatin's novel We.
Except that We is more imaginative and entertaining.
Agree? y/n

We- Yevgeny Zamyatin
supposed to have influences Huxley and Orwell.

Zamyatin- We

I am on a dystopian kick, i've read the classics: 1984, BNW, Oryx and Crake, etc. I am planning on reading We next, is there any others musts I should be aware of?

Did anyone else read this book, and what did they think?

Favorite dystopias: go!

ITT: Describe a book's plot based entirely on its cover and title.

Zamyatin's "We" is a story about a bald man who doesn't know he's bald until he sees his reflection in the back of another bald man's head. It is a story of his struggle for identity as a bald man among other bald men, i.e. "we," the people that are bald, and of their baldness.

We is the only one you need really. Don't even bother with Orwell or Huxley.

Orwell and Huxley are both faggots compared to this man