/lit/ - Literature

the virgin sanderfag
> fanfiction-tier prose
> not at all challenging, mind-numbing drivel
> characters with names like Dalinar and Rysn (literally)
> basic, workmanlike worldbuilding
> YA-tier levels of moral "complexity"
> set in a basically generic fantasy world that does not question the limits of its genre in any way
> author is a Mormon hack
> features token minorities and trannies to boost public accessibility and sales
vs. the Bakkerchad
> glorious baroque prose inspired by Tolkien, Lovecraft and the Old Testament
> extremely morally grey, challenging and unsettling
> cool, unusual character names like Varalt Sorweel II, Anasurimbôr Kellhus Ikurei Conphas
> turns every fantasy trope on its head, causes the reader to question every other fantasy novel he's read before
> examines world history with a deep and knowing eye; filled with references to other literature
> author is a philosophy PhD, inserts frequent references to high-tier philosophical discourse into characters' dialogue
> based and redpilled, makes no effort to cater to SJW politics
> bleak, feverishly grimdark and violent, still sprinkled with fleeting sparks of hope and humanity
> muh rape aliens
> muh Dûnyain
> muh Isterebinth
> muh No-God

>threadly reminded to read Bakker, but only after you've read everything else on your fantasy list, because he will ruin everything that comes before, and salt the genre to you forever.


‘And they forged counterfeits from our frame, creatures vile and obscene, who hungered only for violent congress. These beasts they loosed upon the land, where they multiplied, no matter how fierce the Ishroi who hunted them. And soon Men clamoured at our gates, begging sanctuary, for they could not contend with the creatures. “They wear your face,” the penitents cried. “This calamity is your issue.” But we were wroth, and turned them away, saying, “These are not our Sons. And you are not our Brothers.”’

>threadly reminded to read Bakker, but only after you've read everything else on your fantasy list, because he will ruin everything that comes before, and salt the genre to you forever.


‘And they forged counterfeits from our frame, creatures vile and obscene, who hungered only for violent congress. These beasts they loosed upon the land, where they multiplied, no matter how fierce the Ishroi who hunted them. And soon Men clamoured at our gates, begging sanctuary, for they could not contend with the creatures. “They wear your face,” the penitents cried. “This calamity is your issue.” But we were wroth, and turned them away, saying, “These are not our Sons. And you are not our Brothers.”’