/lit/ - Literature

>>4848984
Oh. Hi

I get it. I get all the references. You can't prove I don't. It's so deep that if you don't get it you're a fucking pleb. But I get it.

He expounded upon many facets and features of the Odyssey, including the smallest details, fragments to which the glow of genius adhered, as a tiny rainbow does to morning dew. He derived extraordinary meanings from otherwise commonplace words. "Its construction is incomparable, and one must be a German ass to detect in it the work of several authors. It is a unique work, at once fairy tale and cosmos. Such a thing cannot be done a second time."

"The most beautiful, all-embracing theme is that of the Odyssey. It is greater, more human than that of 'Hamlet', Don Quixote, Dante, Faust... The most beautiful, most human traits are contained in the Odyssey."

Let me help you

I have his quoram of images all on my retinue, Mohomadhawn Mike. Brassup! Nichtian glossery which purveys aprioric roots for aposteriorious tongues this is nat language. Meggy Guggy's giggag. The code's proof! The rebald danger with they who would bare whiteness against me I dismissem from the mind of good. at any sinse of the world and one might as fairly go and kish his sprogues as fail to certify whether the wartrophy eluded at some lives earlier was that somethink like a jug but ovide ntly on the look out for "him" or so "thrilled" about the best dressed dolly pram and beautiful elbow competition or at the movies swallowing sobs and blowing bixed mixcuits over "childe" chaplain's "la test" or on the verge of the gutter with some bobbedhair brieffrocked babyma's toddler.

Let me hel you with that.

It may half been a missfired brick, as some say, or it mought have been due to a collupsus of his back promises, as others looked at it. (There extand by now one thousand and one stories, all told, of the same). But so sore did abe ite ivvy’s holired abbles, (what with the wallhall’s horrors of rollsrights, carhacks, stonengens, kisstvanes, tramtrees, fargobawlers, autokinotons, hippohobbilies, streetfleets, tournintaxes, megaphoggs, circuses and wardsmoats and basilikerks and aeropagods and the hoyse and the jollybrool and the peeler in the coat and the mecklenburk bitch bite at his ear and the merlinburrow burrocks and his fore old porecourts, the bore the more, and his blightblack workingstacks at twelvepins a dozen and the noobibusses sleighding along Safetyfirst Street and the derryjellybies snooping around Tell-No-Tailors’ Corner and the fumes and the hopes and the strupithump of his ville’s indigenous romekeepers, homesweepers, domecreepers, thurum and thurum in fancymud murumd and all the uproor from all the aufroofs, a roof for may and a reef for hugh butt under his bridge suits tony) wan warning Phill filt tippling full.

A Portrait of the Artist in a Dumb Hat

ITT: funny and obscure things you've heard/read about authors

"James Joyce and Hemingway would frequently go out drinking. James Joyce was a small, thin un-athletic man with very bad eyes. So, when in the course of drinking he ran into any belligerence, he would jump behind his powerful friend and shout "Deal with him, Hemingway! Deal with him!"

Is this the thread filled with authors who are gay and stupid and make their readers gay and stupid for liking their works?

I was almost late!

Because hopefully he could teach me how to write.

>>2176829
There's that great story about how Joyce was dictating Finnegan's Wake to his assistant (actually I think it was Samuel Beckett) and somebody walked in the room, had a conversation with Joyce, and then left. Upon discovering that his assistant had put this dialogue into the middle of the manuscript, he just kept it.

hey c/lit/s, I'm reading Joyce's "Araby", and I'm stuck wondering why Joyce chose to not name most of the main characters. I'm having to write an essay for my lit class, googled it, couldn't find it, I hope you guys aren't worthless.

So The Sound and the Fury is published in 1929, and my understanding is that Joyce is struggling with nascent blindness and writing Finnigans Wake. So does anyone know if he ever voiced an opinion on Faukner, a writer he'd influenced so much? I'd also be interested to hear what other modernists thought of Faulkner's work (inb4 Nabokov).

captcha: influence iganic

Nope.

just to shut up the non-literature whiners, I'd like to mention that the history of the USSR plays out exactly like Hamlet. Stalin is Hamlet.

>>1905275

Yeah, that's an actual word nig. Not that I care.

DFW predecessor, troll, genius, or....?

Well, I'll tell you one thing. There's only one reference to Bram Stoker or Dracula in all of Finnegans Wake. (And you can trust me on this, I've read the whole damn thing, so you wouldn't have to.) Page 145 in the Viking edition:

"Let's root out Brimstoker and give him the thrall of our lives. It's Dracula's nightout"

And yet....Finnegans Wake is about a man who comes back from the dead. Tim Finnegan is undead, you might say. So is Dracula.

I've heard so much about this man, /lit/. And you've intrigued me. I want to start reading some of his works, but where do I start?

A little bit about myself:
-I have a long list of novels I still have to read; I'm not well-read.
-Usually while I read, I like to analyze an author's writing style and, sometimes, practice writing a few things while attempting to mimic it. It helps get me into the mindset of the author and understand the subtleties of his/her works.

I assume I would have a hard time continuing doing the latter, and an even harder time understanding Joyce's works without being well-read, but is there a starting point, of sorts, with him?

Was he a good writer?

Does /lit/ have any funny shit about James Joyce?

>>1075298
“You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.”

>If “read a lot, write a lot” is the Great Commandment—and I assure you that it is—how much writing constitutes a lot? That varies, of course, from writer to writer. One of my favorite stories on the subject—probably more myth than truth—concerns James Joyce.* According to the story, a friend came to visit him one day and found the great man sprawled across his writing desk in a posture of utter despair.
>“James, what’s wrong?” the friend asked. “Is it the work?”
>Joyce indicated assent without even raising his head to look at the friend. Of course it was the work; isn’t it always?
>“How many words did you get today?” the friend pursued. Joyce (still in despair, still sprawled facedown on his desk):
>“Seven.”
>“Seven? But James . . . that’s good, at least for you!”
>“Yes,” Joyce said, finally looking up. “I suppose it is... but I don’t know what order they go in!”

(Stephen King, 'On Writing)

What does this mean exactly?

>>981775
>by the time the prize was established tolstoy didnt write anything

Regarding Tolstoy: one doesn't win the Nobel Prize for Literature for a *specific* work. There are only 9 writers (Sholokov, Hemingway, Martin du Gard, Mann, Galsworthy, Reymont, Hamsun, Spitteler, Mommsen) where a specific work is even mentioned in the citation. At the time of his death, Tolstoy was eligible and he'd written "War and Peace", "Anna Karenina", and everything else.

They don't give it for what you happen to be writing at the moment. Otherwise, why give it to Harold Pinter in 2005 when he hadn't written a good play since the late 1960s? Answer: politics. Giving it to Pinter was a good way for Sweden to find another way to publicize their dislike of American politics.

Here is Pinter's acceptance speech:

http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/2005/pinter-lecture-e.html

As you will note, most of it is about how much he dislikes George W Bush, and America. I don't disagree with him, but I don't think that has much to do with a body of work that is mostly warmed-over Beckett, and that ceases to be interesting about 30 years before he won the prize.

That being said, Pinter's a better playwright than Dario Fo (Nobel 1997).

>>nabokov was a tad too controversial

Nabokov was nominated in 1974, but lost that year to---you guessed it!---two Swedes, Harry Martinson and Eyvind Johnson.

Verkligen? Du skojar!

>>No booker's for him

There are no Booker Prizes for Isaac Babel for the same reason that there would be none for Borges, Calvino, or Nabokov.

The Man Booker Prize is only given to novelists from the UK, the British Commonwealth, the Republic of Ireland, or Zimbabwe. In other words, English-language novelists who are not American.

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