/lit/ - Literature

I'm writing something that bears too much similarity to McEwan's "Enduring Love". What do you think?

06/10/72
Tom, Tom, Tom...

When we were singing our hymns, I saw you for who you really are. You may think you're handsome, but I've learned just how kindly God takes to your insolence. While I was praising God (and you were laughing at some rude joke), He let me see. And I did see: your long, black constrictor of a tongue, sticking out while you giggle (if only you knew it!), and your head: hairless as a billiard ball, with skin that fades from red to green like the flesh of an apple. You must be glad I finally set about doing something. And I'm doing so, because... Tom, Tom, Tom — you are my favourite word to write. I'd have filled this page with your name, if I hadn't so many important things to tell you.

Which reminds me: we have to meet. I'll be by the tree at the school gate at the end of the day. We can wait there until we're alone. And remember: what I feel for you isn't shallow, like all these girls who say you're handsome. Because (need I remind you?) I am the only person who knows you're not! I have seen your spirit — the real you — and Lord knows it was a hideous sight. But let's not worry. I've been praying for you for seven days already.

You'll see something in your dreams soon: God, Jesus, or me.

Please meet me, Tom; I love you.
Kyle

Hey /lit/ I'm normally a poet, but what do you think of my prose? A worrying degree of it is autobiographical, and it bears much similarity to pic related.

Tom, Tom, Tom...

When we were singing our hymns, I saw you for who you really are. You may think you're handsome, but I've learned just how kindly God takes to your insolence. While I was praising God (and you were laughing at some rude joke), He let me see. And I saw you: your tongue - long, black, pointed - sticking out while you giggle (if only you knew it!), and your head: hairless as a billiard ball, with skin that fades from red to green like the flesh of an apple. You must be glad I finally set about doing something. And I'm doing so, because... Tom, Tom, Tom - you are my favourite word to write. I'd have filled this page with your name, if I hadn't so many important things to tell you.

Which reminds me: we have to meet. I'll be by the tree at the school gate at the end of the day. We can wait there until we're alone. And remember: what I feel for you isn't shallow, like all these girls who say you're handsome. Because (need I remind you?) I am the only person who knows you're not! I have seen your spirit - the real you - and Christ was it a hideous sight. But let's not worry. I've been praying for you for seven days already.

You'll see something in your dreams soon: God, Jesus, or me.

Please meet me, Tom; I love you.
Kyle

I need some descriptions of the main characters of this great book, can anyone help me out?

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I read books like 1984 and Watership Down, but only because I wanted to (I actually started reading comic books more and more, probably because most of the books I had to read were so dull. But I read stuff like Knightfall and Will Eisner's work as a result, so not too bad).

Aside from the books, we had to read depressing poetry written by modern poets like Chinuah Achebe and a bunch of other poets so damn boring I can't even be bothered to find out their names with Google.

When I got to 6th form, I was so relieved to actually be doing real, honest-to-God literature. Unfortunately, our teacher for Lower 6th had other plans.

This book. This fucking book. We tried to like it. Hell, we tried to READ it. But it was so damn pretentious, so smug, so WEIRD. And it didn't help that our teacher loved the book so much and that she didn't understand why we didn't get the deep undertones of these boring, petty people and some stupid made-up name for an actual mental condition.

We had to do make-up classes next year to make up for our poor grades (yes, the whole class got bad grades) and surprise, surprise, we only got good marks when we had a good teacher who actually wanted us to understand what we thought of it, as opposed to what she thought of it.

English after that was followed by stuff that didn't suck - The Glass Menagerie, Measure For Measure, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Songs of Innocence and Experience.

In all honesty, if it weren't for my last two English teachers, I'd probably have stopped reading almost altogher.