/lit/ - Literature

>Shooting Arabs
>Problematic
>Requiring explanation

Did I wake up in Bizarro World?

>>8795757

>Globalism is entirely a ploy to create a homogeneous serf population for the capitalist class to exploit.

I know.

The trick is to realize that it's also a dream come true for Social Liberal/Leftists who want a racially/culturally/ideologically homogeneous world.

Everyone's getting played, kid. It just so happens that this time, the Economic Right is on the same side as the Social Left.

>>8667362

I'm not going anywhere bub. That prose is clearly fucking purple.

>encsonced

Not necessary. What would be so wrong with "He awoke, by degrees and blearily, to find himself on his couch"? Ensconced implies comfortable, which couches generally are by default. He awoke with discomfort, then that could be forgivably pointed out.

>porky palm

Why not just "in the palm of his hand"? Feels like forced alliteration. If the character is fat, there are better ways to show it than in holding his mobile phone - which fucking anyone can do. For example, he could be shown wheezing as he climbs a flight of stairs - something that the average man would have no problem with.

>sweat of his clasp

It sounds like the writer was trying too hard to avoid repetition of the word 'palm'. He could have cut things down and wrong "his mobile phone numbly(?) clutched in his sweaty palm." The use of the word 'numbly', it occurs to me, is also stupid here - 'numb' refers more to sensation (or lack thereof) than the strength of an action, or in this case, grasp. Why not "his mobile phone clutched limply/feebly in his sweaty palm"?

>sweaty palm
>oozing pore

We get it, the guy's fucking sweaty. Talk about dragging it out.

Purple. As. Fuck.

>>8659262

>23
>5 weeks ago
>Nietzsche, Schopenhauer, Ibsen, Joyce, Goethe

>>8634780

Disregard all 20th century French psychoanalytic/post-modernist/post-structuralist hacks.

Hegel, Žižek, Freud.

The first two will provide an atmosphere of coughing, sniffing, groaning and verbiage. This level of noise would allow me to have a private conversation with Freud about my scat fetish.