/lit/ - Literature

>40 pages left in the the most fun novel ever written
Help me decide, What do I read next /lit/? It’s hard to follow up a masterpiece

Let’s talk adventure novels.
What is a great adventure I can read to follow up after Don Quixote?
I have already read the greatest adventure ever told, The Count of Monte Cristo, so that’s off the table.
I was thinking Musashi, but I am open to suggestions.

Doesn't have to be all sunshine and rainbows stuff, rather writers who you feel were just genuinely curious about the world, and enjoyed living in it.

Joyce, Pynchon, and Eco strike me as such. Maybe Calvino as well? Postmodernists seem to be having fun, more often than not. But writers from any era/movement are welcome.

Thanks!

the ultimate meme

"Don Quixote and Sancho get their asses beat LOL"

200 pages in and it's starting to get pretty repetitive. Does it get better /lit/?

is this the first known work of literary postmodernism?

Just finished pic related and I honestly did not anticipate the sorrow I felt reading the last couple of chapters.

Is there supposed to be some sort of ultimate point to this story? Was it supposed to be a parody reflecting Cervantes's thoughts on Chivalry? Or was Cervantes's goal to write an emotionally provocative story with no 2deep4u meaning?

About to start reading, is it worth?

Fucking masterpiece.

Hey /lit/ just finished this beautiful masterpiece. It was the first book I read in years and I didn't want it to be over by the time I finished it. Looking for any other good book with similar humor for recommendation please.

I can't get into it. I'm currently at the beginning of the second book and I'm literally forcing myself to read. It's just so long winded. Is it worth it /lit/?

>>6628306
You still can. I don't speak much Spanish, but pic related is >>>>>>>>>>>> over most other translations.

I need ten books
What are your suggestions?
I know I'm including pic-related

best translation?

Is this the best translation of Don Quixote?

>>5100546
>fictional introduction
>series of poems written by the author praising his own novel

How do you pronounce 'quixotic'?

I don't care enough to live my life, or to end it.

Can we all agree that this was better (and more important) than anything Shakespeare ever wrote?

Pleb here.

I just got into reading, and started with pic related. I'm having a bit of a hard time getting through it.
The prose is pretty thick and it makes references to something I know absolutely nothing about.
I get that the prose is supposed to be thick in order to add to how batshit insane Don Quixote is though.

I'm about 60 pages in, was this maybe the wrong choice for a good first real book?
Also, how do you pronounce it? Key-Oaty?

guise pls

Don Quixote maybe?

Just finished Don Quixote the other day. Previously read an abridged version so I knew the general thrust of things, but it was definitely worth reading a full annotated translation.

The one thing I did notice was that the ending felt very abrupt and matter-of-fact, almost emotionless even. Not sure if that's a problem with an otherwise excellent translation, or if I was just numbed by the abridged version and seeing/hearing Man of La Mancha multiple times.

Thoughts on the book? I doubt anyone's read any of Cervantes's other stuff, but if they had, does it hold up?

just got the Grossman translation.

Is it me or does it sound more modern and less poetic than the old Putnam version?


Putnam
>In a village of La Mancha, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen that keep a lance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing. An olla of rather more beef than mutton, a salad on most nights, scraps on Saturdays, lentils on Fridays, and a pigeon or so extra on Sundays

>the above-named gentleman whenever he was at leisure (which was mostly all the year round)gave himself up to reading books of chivalry with such ardour and avidity that he almost entirely neglected the pursuit of his field-sports, and even the management of his property; and to such a pitch did his eagerness and infatuation go that he sold many an acre of tillageland to buy books of chivalry to read...

Grossman
>Somewhere in La Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a gentleman lived not long ago, one of those who has a lance and ancient shield on a shelf and keeps a skinny nag and a greyhound for racing. An occasional stew beef more often than lamb, hash most nights, and eggs and abstinence on Saturdays, lentils on Fridays, sometimes squab as a treat on Sundays

>this aforementioned gentleman spent his times of leisure--which meant most of the year--reading books of chilvary with so much devotion and enthusiasm that he forgot almost completely about the hunt and even about the administration of his estate; and in his rash curiousity and folly he went so far as to sell acres of arable land in order to buy books of chivalry to read

Is this book still good today? I know a lot of lists have it as one of the, if not /the/, best book of all time.
Would that be based on how old it is, compared to its contemporary counterparts, or is it really something that everyone should read in the year 2012?