/lit/ - Literature

>>10258619
Capitalism is literally destroying our civilization m8.

>>8594963

It works though, because of cognitive ease. The fascists knew what they were doing.

I wonder if there's a connection between mass advertising in the 1910s and 1920s and the subsequent rise of mass political movements in the following decades.

Proposed Rules on Writing a K-mart realist/Diet Pepsi minimalist Short Story"

- at least two consumer products have to be mentioned by name
- all characters must consumer a minimum of 1 drug (smoking, drinks, pot)
- a minimum of 2 characters, maximum of 4
- someone has to turn on a TV
- sentences can't be longer than 20 words
- no character can be rich
- no problems are made extremely explicit
Want to help add or subtract to my list?

East of Eden
Grapes of Wrath
Raymond Carver
John Cheever
Lorrie Moore
Kerouac
-figure out why poor people are masochists, or take jouissance is being exploited.
-scientism
STEM fetishism
boomer logic
the vietnam war

It isn't going to be a fun ride OP

>>7111876

At this, the woman laughed, too. It was terrible, the way they laughed. They threw back their heads and closed their eyes and put their hands to their chests and let loose. They filled the room with it. The gauchos with legs of lamb and the gauchos with bacon-wrapped blood sausage looked to their table. The old couple in the corner who hadn't wanted to add to all this noise looked, the old man turning all the way around in his chair to see them, their entire bodies taken by it, mouths agape, teeth flared. A sous chef clutched the door frame at the far end of the room and poked his head from around the corner, his whites miraculously lighted by the sheer, bright florescence of the kitchen.
"They aren't bees!" he screamed, and as if all the laws of the world had been suddenly reversed, the magnetism and the rivers and the skies all broken open, their laughter erupted again, louder, somehow, and the glass of the windows rattled in their sills, and the hardwood floors hummed alongside their new, impossible octave.
And like the death of a fire siren, and the ensuing wailing of the dogs of the neighborhood, their laughter wound slowly down. The skewered hunks of meat began again their orbiting around the room, from table to table the gauchos visited, sliced, plated, and moved onto the next.
"Pineapple," said the gaucho.
"No," said the man, as he flipped the plastic card at the edge of their table from green to red.

getting tired of working at mcdonalds, ready for a big change

now, how do i write a really good novel

need plot ideas as well as style and tone suggestions

will give credit to this board in the front of the book when its published