/lit/ - Literature

I finished reading Le Colonel Chabert
I think it was quite tough but not overwhelmingly so
Which novella should I read next? I found the book to be difficult enough that I have been intimidated too much to start reading a novel

As someone who started learning French because of an enthusiasm for Napoleon, I found the Napoleon stuff to be very moving to the point of tears
>Vous ne pouvez pas savoir jusqu’où va mon mépris pour cette vie extérieure à laquelle tiennent la plupart des hommes. J’ai subitement été pris d’une maladie, le dégoût de l’humanité. Quand je pense que Napoléon est à Sainte-Hélène, tout ici-bas m’est indifférent. Je ne puis plus être soldat, voilà tout mon malheur
I really enjoyed the shadow that Napoleon had cast over the society presented in the novella

Also one positive which is at the same time a difficulty for a beginner like me, is how detailed and lived in the world feels which really surprised me
For me it was a 9.5/10 novella

Hey guys, I love Balzac's writing, I love the time period he meticulously preserves via la comedie humane and want to read through all of it, but I'm on my third story (Letter of Two Brides) after cat and the racket and ball at sceaux and they're all femalecentric works. Does he write masculine stories as well, stories told through the eyes of men?

>La Comédie humaine consists of 91 finished works (stories, novels, or analytical essays) and 46 unfinished works (some of which exist only as titles).
So, /lit/... how many have you read from the prolific author?

Extremely French.

Post some good similies and metaphores. Like this one:

“I am tired, lake a man without sleep” -anonymous, 2023, Douglas Michigan.

Post an author, and name their best and worst work. I'll start.
>best
Lost Illusions
>worst
A Woman of Thirty

you expect me to read ALL THAT?????????

>Honored ballsack

>In fact, in one night Balzac penned the 14,000 word story of The Illustrious Gaudissart putting him at a rate of 33.3 words per minute.
How do I write like this? Is my brain processor simply not up to the task? The most I've written in a day this week was about near 7000 words, or so. But I wrote a total of a little more than 25,000 words in chapters, three poems, and a short story. I've been reading more, as well, but I might try read more to see how quickly my ideas and sentences come. My writing speed is usually 19-26 words per minute (timed in an hour by Sprinto).

> tradcath
> portrays all the nuances of modern society without bias
> even minor characters are fully fleshed out and multifaceted
> not cucked by neoliberalism

Take the Balzacpill anons.

Why did nobody tell me about this dude before? He's great. If alive today, he would probably be some shitposting NEET losing money in crypto

Balzac and his masterwork. Many people tell me he is sentimental and limp, but I love him and sprawling sequence.

Who are some other beloved authors that influenced many in their time but suck shit and are outdated today?

>Admired by Tolstoy
>Admired by Dostoevsky
>Admired by Dickens
>Admired by Zola
>Admired by Hugo
>Admired by Flaubert
>Admired by Yeats
>Admired by Wilde
>Admired by James
>Admired by Faulkner
>Admired by Proust
>Admired by Marx and Engels
>Still largely unheard of outside France
>Mediocre prose
>MILF chasing coomer
>Refused to pay taxes
>Extremely formulaic
>Quantity above all rather than quality
>Wrote solely for money and status
>Never constructed a magnum opus
Why was he so influential but so mediocre? Did old writers just have bad taste?

honor the ballsack

Who is the most overrated novelist?
And why is it this fat retard?

shit prose
very repetitive
all over the place quality wise cause he just shat out work after work
wrote so much but never once got close to a masterpiece

despite all this, he's sucked off endlessly by many writers and influenced many greats whom all surpassed him and did what he did way better like zola, hugo, flaubert, proust, dickens, etc.
marx liked reading this fag and he's a brainlet

even stendhal's novels that came up around the same time as his stuff aged way better

Honor the Ballsack

Why does nobody read Balzac anymore?

>Guillaume croyait de son devoir de les tenir sous la férule d’un antique despotisme inconnu de nos jours dans les brillants magasins modernes dont les commis veulent être riches à trente ans : il les faisait travailler comme des nègres.
>Guillaume regarded it as his duty to keep them under the rod of an old-world despotism, unknown nowadays in the showy modern shops, where the apprentices expect to be rich men at thirty. He made them work like Negroes.

what are some problematic passages from /lit/erature?

AYO TEACH!
WHY DIS NIGGA NAME HONOR DA BALLSACK MANE?

>>20011017
>Coffee — he called it a “great power in [his] life” — made possible a grueling schedule that had him going to bed at six, rising at one in the morning to work until eight in the morning, then drinking eighty cups before putting in another seven hours.
>Whenever a reasonable human dose failed to stimulate, Kant would begin eating coffee powder on an empty stomach, a “horrible, rather brutal method” that he recommended “only to men of excessive reason, men with formidable intellects.”

>Coffee is a great power in my life; I have observed its effects on an epic scale. Coffee roasts your insides. Many people claim coffee inspires them, but, as everybody knows, coffee only makes boring people even more boring. Think about it: although more grocery stores in Paris are staying open until midnight, few writers are actually becoming more spiritual.
>This coffee falls into your stomach, a sack whose velvety interior is lined with tapestries of suckers and papillae. The coffee finds nothing else in the sack, and so it attacks these delicate and voluptuous linings; it acts like a food and demands digestive juices; it wrings and twists the stomach for these juices, appealing as a pythoness appeals to her god; it brutalizes these beautiful stomach linings as a wagon master abuses ponies; the plexus becomes inflamed; sparks shoot all the way up to the brain. From that moment on, everything becomes agitated. Ideas quick-march into motion like battalions of a grand army to its legendary fighting ground, and the battle rages. Memories charge in, bright flags on high; the cavalry of metaphor deploys with a magnificent gallop; the artillery of logic rushes up with clattering wagons and cartridges; on imagination's orders, sharpshooters sight and fire; forms and shapes and characters rear up; the paper is spread with ink—for the nightly labor begins and ends with torrents of this black water, as a battle opens and concludes with black powder.

AY YO TEACH!
DIS NIGGA NAME IS HONOR DA BALLSACK