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Why are some people not taken seriously due to being women. Pic related. She was a proper genius

>>6244476

>It may seem misogynistic, but in my (admittedly limited) experience, women simply do not seek to accumulate knowledge or search for artistic meaning. They are genuinely content basic one-dimensional objectives such as socializing or performing mechanical tasks, which is perhaps admirable in a way.

Not all of them

Talk it up!

Lily Briscoe

Hey /lit/, I really enjoyed the stream of consciousness style in To the Lighthouse. I'm thinking of getting Hunger by Knut Hamsun next. I know they're completely different, but I was wondering if Hunger is also a stream of consciousness novel? What other stream of conciousness should I read? (I'm a bit intimidated by Ulysess... I think I might save that for when I'm older and more scholarly.)

Thanks for the help /lit/.

I haven't heard of her before OP.

Obvious answer, but Virginia Woolf. Her sentences are just a barrage of images to the point where it feels like a surrealist painting. I remember when I first read To the Lighthouse I was enchanted by her style instantly.

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I think you'll find it is Mr Captcha.

You should enjoy life and you should therefore enjoy your reading. But there are probably classics you'd enjoy.

Here's what I find: trashy stories can be fun, but they are normally quite forgettable. They don't really have enduring worth. Classics often offer new perspectives that you can keep forever, and that change to a degree the way you experience life. They teach me about the way different people think, feel and behave.

Pic related - Virginia Woolf gives so much insight into the kinds of judgements people make about each other and how people support and affect each other emotionally.

>>1992036
It doesn't really make a difference though, because you don't really feel a duty to finish it quickly. Kafka's paragraphs are worse, because you think "I'm ready to stop reading but I can't stop mid-paragraph."

This thread is now for your favourite long sentences:

Sitting on the floor with her arms round Mrs Ramsay’s knees, close as she could get, smiling to think that Mrs Ramsay would never know the reason of that pressure, she imagined how in the chambers of the mind and heart of the woman who was, physically, touching her, were stood, like the treasures in the tombs of kings, tablets bearing sacred inscriptions, which if one could spell them out, would teach one everything, but they would never be offered openly, never made public.

To the Lighthouse:
'Lily felt that something was lacking. Pulling her shawl round her Mrs Ramsey felt that something was lacking. All of them bending themselves to listen thought, “Pray heaven that the inside of my mind may not be exposed,” for each thought, “The others are feeling this. They are outraged and indignant with the government about the fishermen. Whereas I feel nothing.”'

'Sitting on the floor with her arms round Mrs Ramsay’s knees, close as she could get, smiling to think that Mrs Ramsay would never know the reason of that pressure, she imagined how in the chambers of the mind and heart of the woman who was, physically, touching her, were stood, like the treasures in the tombs of kings, tablets bearing sacred inscriptions, which if one could spell them out, would teach one everything, but they would never be offered openly, never made public. What art was there, known to love or cunning, by which one pressed through into those secret chambers? What device for becoming, like waters poured into one jar, inextricably the same, one with the object one adored? Could the body achieve, or the mind, subtly mingling in the intricate passages of the brain? or the heart? Could loving, as people called it, make her and Mrs Ramsay one? for it was not knowledge but unity that she desired, not inscriptions on tablets, nothing that could be written in any language known to men, but intimacy itself, which is knowledge, she had thought, leaning her head on Mrs Ramsay’s knee.'

To the Lighthouse, by Virginia Woolf

I'm still reading it, weirdly, but I'm already so in love with it that I'm convinced it'll be my favourite by the time I've finished. Just get a load of this - the way she combines characters' thoughts with the real world is almost like a surrealist painting:

"All of this danced up and down, like a company of gnats, each separate, but all marvelously controlled in an invisible elastic net—danced up and down in Lily’s mind, in and about the branches of the pear tree, where still hung in effigy the scrubbed kitchen table, symbol of her profound respect for Mr. Ramsay’s mind, until her thought which had spun quicker and quicker exploded of its own intensity; she felt released; a shot went off close at hand, and there came, flying from its fragments, frightened, effusive, tumultuous, a flock of starlings."

Hey guys what's going on in here.

>>1612447
>>1612450

Way to go, assholes!
Do you know what we celebrate today?

Feminism: y/n?

Thoughts? Discuss.

So, I heard Virginia Woolf is writing a new book. It's supposed to be flooded with poetic language.

I'll just leave this here.

>>884826

Well, from the side.

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Hello /lit/ lets talk,
stream of consciousness.
Thoughts? How to write in it?
Is it effective?