/lit/ - Literature

Has anyone else read this? I just finished it and did find it enjoyable but there's a few things that I'm still a bit confused about
1) What was the significance of Clayton in the novel, I know he played a major role but I can't figure out what connection he had to the actual narrative. I can basically say the same for the author Ellis keeps mentioning.
2) What was the whole deal about the boys disappearing, I know Robbie mentioned something about this but I cannot exactly remember what it was and the significance of it (though I'm sure probably had something to do with the father/son relations within the book)
3) How did the killer that impersonated Kimpball know about the Aimee Light murder if only Ellis had a copy of the novel (again I know this has something do with the manuscript Clayton gave to Ellis)
If anyone can clear that stuff up for it would be greatly appreciated!

Hey OP,

If you liked American Psycho you'll love Lunar Park.

Anyone got anything like this book? Apparently it was an homage to Stephen King so I looked at his stuff but I can't find anything like this w/horror elements, a few seemingly unrelated plot-threads that eventually connect and a sense of mstery

Write something. Don't post something you've already written, don't think too deeply about it, don't look for a prompt. It might suck and it might not, just write something about something and post it and see what happens. I'll start.

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She had said it in passing. An aside; an observation, nothing more. Her lips were soft and through them came cool silky words that carried their own sting, and it throbbed a deep poison that stayed long after she was gone. Long after I was forgotten, shelved into the neglected corners of her memory. Her words echoed through a vast emptiness somewhere inside; they grabbed me and cut and portioned and sifted through the fodder leaving my bare, cold self out in the open. They echoed and echoed still but soon faded and as I pondered on them I knew she was right, and it was fine. I wasn't alone, far from it. A faceless, processed product of culture. Mass produced and packaged and shipped out with thousands of replacements, all with the same interchangeable accessories and want for individuality. It would be fine. We would pass through the days within ourselves, others would flit in and out and they too would be forgotten but we would stay together, outside from all others but together in our own segmented reality. Pedestrians would pass by and gape and the tour busses would come with a snap-flash of a thousand fascinated cameras that would turn the congregation into a sparkling diamond; a crystallized snowfield reflected a cloudless summer's noon. We would be fine.

Hello /lit/,
Now I didn't get the ending of this at all. Can somebody explain it to me?
Inb4 homework (no teacher in their right mind would set this pulp).

What stories are you working on, /lit/? Also general writerfag advice thread.

I'm working on a short story about a vietnam war veteran in an alternate timeline who uses drugs to experience a recurrent hallucination of a peaceful, serene beach. However, something in the hallucination eventually becomes disturbing and horrifying, and as he's trying to figure out what's wrong with the 'beach', people in the world start sporadically collapsing and dying while experiencing zen-like bliss and enlightenment.