/lit/ - Literature

>>4844571
>there is an after life trust me
But boy are you all in for a surprise!

>>3587946
>psychedelic isn't dream-like or hallucinatory?
yeah, it pretty much is.
>>3587889
>so essentially the kind of "surrealism" i'm talking about are anything that could include aliens, other worldly things, magic and designs and concepts not common in media
that's not surrealism. surreal is, if it can be described, best seen as a state. understanding surrealism is state-oriented; if you're not in a surreal state, you won't understand the surreal.
it's late, and i don't really care. i'm just letting you know that there is a distinction. i wasn't trying to insult you, but if you're in the field, you should be aware that surreal =/= psychedelic if you're going to have any impact.

I tried to read Borges' Fictions like two years ago but I found it hard at the time... Today I looked on my bookshelves and saw the book, and I thought I'd give it another chance. I guess my question is: how do I read Borges' short stories? What should I look for? What should I know?

PLOT IDEAS FOR BOOKS
doesn't matter how stupid it is; it can just be the first thing that pops into your head.

a dolphin turns into a human. the human decides to shoot up an outback steakhouse and get sent to prison. he becomes a skinhead and writes memoirs of his life.

>Maupin denies that this is a seventh volume of his beloved Tales of the City, but—happily—that's exactly what it is, with style and invention galore. When we left the residents of 28 Barbary Lane, it was 1989, and Michael "Mouse" Tolliver was coping with the supposed death sentence of HIV. Now, improved drug cocktails have given him a new life, while regular shots of testosterone and doses of Viagra allow him a rich and inventive sex life with a new boyfriend, Ben, "twenty-one years younger than I am—an entire adult younger, if you must insist on looking at it that way." Number 28 Barbary Lane itself is no more, but its former tenants are doing well, for the most part, in diaspora. Michael's best friend, ladies' man Brian Hawkins, is back, and unprepared for his grown daughter, Shawna, a pansexual it-girl journalist à la Michelle Tea, to leave for a New York career. Mrs. Madrigal, the transsexual landlady, is still radiant and mysterious at age 85. Maupin introduces a dazzling variety of real-life reference points, but the story belongs to Mouse, whose chartings of the transgressive, multigendered sex trends of San Francisco are every bit as lovable as Mouse's original wet jockey shorts contest in the very first Tales, back in 1978.

Why aren't books like these banned, /lit/?

does anyone have any good suggestions?