/lit/ - Literature

>his son, Jackson Pynchon,
>Jackson Pynchon

Did he go too far?

I met him today. By chance. Knew it was him on sight. Needless to say, spaghetti was spilt. And it wasn't his.

Me: Excuse me, sir.
Him: What?
Me: Y-you wouldn't... happen to be... l-legendary... /reclusive author/... (his expression darkens) JD Salinger, would you? I thought you died!
(he stares at me for a second and then starts guffawing; doubles over)
Him: Oh my god, man. What the hell.
Me: Mr JD, it's really you! I loved your book, Infinite Jest!
(at this point he is laughing so loud people have turned to look)
(we are shopping)
(jokes are exchanged, and we shake hands before parting ways)
(the other shoppers applaud)

And the rest is history.

Guys, quit discussing the authors I'm reading at coincidentally the same times as I begin reading them. I'm feeling really noided here.

But you never did the Kenosha Kid.

How do I get my pleb tier gf away from memecore genre fiction?

>Harry pottery nerd
>prized possession is a signed John green novel
>shys away from my recommendations (McCarthy, Dostoevsky, Camus) because she feels like they will make her "lose hope in the world"

Surely there's an accessible launch point into /lit/fiction that I don't know of.

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>Gregory Berrycone

>"I don't see how," Klaus said, his eyes looking worried behind his glasses. "There's only one copy of the catalog, and it's pretty complicated. Each of the items for the auction is called a lot, and the catalog lists each lot with a description and a guess at what the highest bid may be. I've read up to Lot #49, which is a valuable postage stamp."