/lit/ - Literature

I am underground man...

Not that I'll have any of it in this life.

>>17730999

Books about being consumed guilt over a long period of time? Like Crime and Punishment, but over a period of years, and maybe without the happy ending.

>>17064934
Crime and Punishment was pretty memorable.

>>17063975
Crime and Punishment

>>17048104
>He was a racist
But why?

>>16919849
Crime and Punishment

>Lie down on bed to read book
>Open book to first page
>Dog scratches at door
>Go downstairs to let it out for a piss
>Start walking back upstairs
>Dad comes through the front door and asks me to help him fix his car
>Go outside and help him
>Finally get back to my bed and reopen book to the first page
>Dog scratches at the door again

>mfw he nukes his online presence, adopts a pseudonym and becomes a reclusive Pynchonesque post-modernist writer, his mind broken by /lit/'s brutally honest criticism and bussy lust

How do I find a literary circle of non-midwits? I'm lonely. I know I'm probably a midwit myself but I'll just get annoyed by people like me.

Books where the author confesses all the embarrassing, cringeworthy shit they've done in their life?

You don't want to go down that path, fren. If you do... I'll stop you myself.

Hey untermensch. My name is Rodion Romanovich Raskolnikov and I hate every single one of you. All of you are stupid, senseless, violent, compassionless, insensate, miniscule, drunks who spend every second of every day roping me into extremely uncomfortable philosophical conversations that only serve to demonstrate my superiority to you. Everything bad in the world is your fault. Have you ever ceased your studies because they had nothing to teach you and wouldn't help you save the ones you love anyway? I mean I guess it must be fun to just go through life without asking yourself to live out enormous, unsolvable, theological questions, but you all take it to a whole different level. This is almost as bad as purposefully burdening a horse to death.

But hey, come talk to me. Just hit me with your best shot. I'm pretty much perfect. I'm incorruptible and willing to do whatever it takes to see my objectively held beliefs through towards a final conclusion. And I was published in the most fashionable literary journals. What literature have you ever produced other than 'menu and guest list to my dead husband's funeral?' I also don't work, sit around all day, and have a limping prostitute girlfriend who exists in dire poverty and who will die of consumption within a few short decades of her miserable adult life if I don't personally intervene. I just damned us both to salvation because her existence is irreconcilable with my worldview, shit was so cash

You are all pathetic faggots incapable of behaving how Napoleon did and you should kill yourselves. Thanks for reading my epilogue. Pic related: me.

What are some good books to read for coping with death and the hopelessness of life?