/lit/ - Literature

>Here then comes Oimi von Schnörkelstein, real dapper, sez, "Uhh, ha, yeah, I kinda have an Erection right now", sniffs into his magenta handkerchief, all full of mystic Symbols, embroidered golden letters that say BASF in German runes and NTA convention on its rim, starts singing in the style of his ancestors: aboriginal Hawaiian midgets who now come on the stage, stroking their fat painted cocks, handing to Oimi red, blue and beige balloons that say "Alles Gute zum Geburtstag" in 50 different languages... Slothrop now goes "We-e-e-ll", feels his own Erection and slips on a brown banana peel... Wait a minute, Yes, there it comes again, this faint tugging at the chest, the feeling of the old paranoia creeping in real sneaky, the uncertain certainty in the back of his mind that They must have put it there.

So this is what American literature has to offer?

I'm at 1/3rd and so far it's good but not great.

>hey man, how'sit going, what are you reading?
>oh, just about an Italian Captain at a V2 starting site living out a genderswap Hänsel und Gretel BDSM relationship, while reflecting on Rilke and his time in Südwestafrika fucking a nigger boy

why?