/lit/ - Literature

Some people say it's about trauma (from the war). Some people say it's about simping. Both these things are true to some degree.

But for me it's a hard-hitter because life is really like this. You'll go through some weird, painful experience but there's never a satisfying conclusion at the end -- the people involved just drift away, time goes on, and you're left with an unpleasant memory that just lingers in your mind. And your friends are wrapped up in their own problems just like you, so nobody truly understands one another, everyone is alone. The only brief peace is during the fishing trip where they can briefly stop thinking. They just endure some terrible experience, cope about it with alcohol and daydreaming, then it's over.

Many people's lives are actually like this. Are we just too weak? Or were we screwed by fate? The closing line of the novel says it all
>"Isn't it pretty to think so?"

We can imagine a world where things went differently, but maybe the Spain trip was doomed, maybe it was destined to be hell. We don't know. We'll never know. The question just hangs there, taunting us. Could things really have gone differently?

>mike campbell skullfucking robert cohn

What's peak traveling lit? Going south and looking for some books to read on the way

What's the book you've read the most amount of times? Pic is mine. Read it 5 or 6 times

Guys, I loved the sun also rises. But I want to read other books like it, except better.
Suggestions?

The sun might rise in Hemingway's America but how can you be sure your wife's son isn't rising in Brazil?

how do you feel about audiobooks? been looking for a way to combine my commute and reading.

read this when I was younger and gave it a second chance and still thought it was shit. Should I read another Hemingway book?

When does this shit get good?

Opinions?

What is Jake such a cuck?

Cohn is a sympathetic character. The Jew jokes are to highlight his ostracism. Cohn's Jewry keeps him socially adrift the way Jake's impotence keeps him romantically adrift.

He is something of a mirror, too. His tennis game, and life, fall apart considerably when he falls in love with Lady Ashley. Familiar.

Cohn is not to be hated, and his Jewishness serves a purpose beyond muh antisemitism.

Also, this cover is based cover.

Alright, so we were writing poetry in my college lit class and it was really fun for me to be able to express my feelings through little things instead of novels/stories like I was used to writing. Mind that I'm overwhelmingly mediocre at writing poetry, but I'd like a little feedback on my first piece. It's a little gloomy due to how I was feeling but just try to get the gist of the poem. Thank you! (ps, image is my favorite book at the moment)

I’m sitting in this room
All alone as if a single gust of wind could take me
I begin questioning my own existence
Is it possible to be this lonely?
Is it possible to feel this alone in such a large world?
Or is it so large?
Large enough for someone such as myself to go unnoticed
Day in
Day out
I hear a single strum of an instrument
Such a melancholic tune that one may question; why?
Why have I been chosen to endure this?
Why must I feel this through my daily life?
Why must I have this tune, crestfallenly place upon me?
I think this everyday.
Why me?

What are some must reads from the 1850's - 1920's/1930's. Trying to get back into reading a bit more and I remember that was my favorite era. If you have any more must reads from a different era, please include those too.

Finished pic related today. I felt like this book was a sequel to another, more interesting story about Jake's experiences in WWI, and his first meeting with Brett.

Robert Cohn is the prototypical beta orbiter.

>things that ruin everything:
>cunts

Well Appreciated.

>250 pages for something that you'd get by browsing /r9k/ for 5 minutes

This one.