/lit/ - Literature

Tell me about the last book you read and your thoughts on it.

>Elogio de la madrastra, by Mario Vargas Llosa
This book was seriously fucking disgusting, by many reasons.
Llosa tells the story of a kid who loves his step mother a little too much, and the step mother has repressed pedophilic tendencies torwards her step son, every other chapter, Llosa creates a parallel scene based around a painting, in which we can see the characters projected onto, including the king of Lydia showing off his wife to his minister, a painting of Artemis, and pic related, in a much darker tone.

Every character in this book is creepy as shit for different reasons, but if there's one that made me flip my shit it was Alfonso. By the time I finished the book I understood what one of the painting-based stories meant, and this little shit, this wee little cunt was in it.

I'm gonna read something else from this Peruano for sure.

I expected erotica, I got a horror book.
4/5

That, 'it' quality you guys keep speaking about. I believe only certain people have it, and it's a kind of mental faculty, its not like math smarts or anything, its more like a sense of awareness, a capability. It's an interesting subjective phenomenon I've been obssessed with developing and exploring my whole life yet it seems to lead me further and further into an alienation from the outward world. My inner experience is so immediately rich and complex that its become so painfully incommensurable with the outer world, its given me the ability to percieve social and emotional things supernaturally and to avoid delusion or trivial things. So while its given me the ability to understand other to the point that I can and have made many friends and meaningful relationships there is a part of me that is always unresolved or unrequited. It has no place in the world except for within me, yet it seems that for this experience to be realized as truth and let go of it requires the outer world, it simply festers and becomes a ruinous inner tension and manic frustriation while It remains concealed. I've always read K books with this kind of isolation being subtley implied, and when I read concluding postscript the whole fucking thing seems to directly philisophically understand it. I think its my favorite K book, hopefully when I finish it I can find a way out.
Also do you think this is why God is needed? Because the only way for this experience, which is what is essential in man that he be spirit, can only be realized or experienced by something totally omnipresent? That other finite humans are necessarily unable?