/lit/ - Literature

How is your novel comming along?

I'm wasting my time with dumbass memes.

Thoughts on upholding two careers and a girlfriend? PIC HEAVILY RELATED. Reading/writing and being in business (technical writer)? Here are two thoughts from Pynchon and Goethe:

Pynchon, V.
>She knew instinctively: he will be fine as the fraternity boy just out of an Ivy League school who knows he will never stop being a fraternity boy as long as he lives. But who still feels he is missing something, and so hangs at the edges of the Whole Sick Crew. If he is going into management, he writes. If he is an engineer or architect why he paints or sculpts. He will straddle the line, aware up to the point of knowing he is getting the worst of both worlds, but never stopping to wonder why there should ever have been a line, or even if there is a line at all. He will learn how to be a twinned man and will go on at the game, straddling until he splits up the crotch and in half from the prolonged tension, and then he will be destroyed. She assumed ballet fourth position, moved her breasts at a 45 degree angle to his line of sight, pointed her nose at his heart, looked up at him through her eyelashes.
>“How long have you been in New York?”

Goethe, Wilhelm Meister:
>And thus the poet is at once a teacher, a prophet, a friend of gods and men. What! thou wouldst have him descend from his height to some paltry occupation! He who is fashioned like the bird to hover round the world, to nestle on the lofty summits, to feed on buds and fruits, exchanging gayly one bough for another, he ought also to work at the plough like an ox; like a dog to train himself to the harness and draught; or perhaps, tied up in a chain, to guard a farmyard by his barking!”

>Werner, it may well be supposed, had listened with the greatest surprise. “All true,” he rejoined, “if men were but made like birds, and, though they neither spun nor weaved, could yet spend peaceful days in perpetual enjoyment; if, at the approach of winter, they could as easily betake themselves to distant regions, could retire before scarcity, and fortify themselves against frost.”

A bullshit-artist cult leader attempts to steal one of the member's girlfriends by having him surreptitiously killed during a magic ritual. Little does he know, however, that demons have a sense of humor and like dicking around with occultists for kicks, and have decided to raise his victim from the dead. He starts off as a simple zombie, but gradually gains the ability to manipulate his body composition at will. At first he can withstand a gunshot or two, but gradually he becomes an intelligent version of John Carpenter's The Thing and wreaks havoc on the generic small town they live in with the goal of getting revenge.

At one point he figures out how to grow gray matter in place of bone marrow, and when his torso is ripped in pieces by a 20mm anti-tank rifle his lower half chases the cult leader like when the T1000 chases John Connor in T2, growing a pair of spinal columns he can manipulate like tentacles to operate a steering wheel. I also have him learning how to develop combustible gas on command, which he initially uses to breath fire, but later uses as a propellant to launch a barrage of bone-bullets out of his gaped open rib cage to shoot down a police helicopter.

He eventually finds out his girlfriend was actually in on the plot and proceeds to eat her alive and use her DNA to grow a clone of her inside of him he can reprogram to be his perfect battle-waifu. In the end he's basically the Gravemind from Halo but still a complete weeb,

Which books will validate my suppressed desire for destruction?

I used to be an ambitious little capitalist before reading books. Now I don't believe in anything and think everyone is stupid. Is this the power of lit?