/lit/ - Literature

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what a chad marcel was

>>11593205
theres a bunch of other stuff, might post later if there's interest

>>11593168
he looks insufferable even then

https://lareviewofbooks.org/article/good-old-wallace
This article has more rare photos DFW for you guys.

>>11593820
Dosto looks weird without a beard

>>11593187
CUTE

>>11593168
this is how I pictured Hal

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>> if there's interest

there is

>>11593212
lmao those stick legs; Beckett was one creepy motherfucker

>>11593185
Joyce looks physically disgusted to be in the same room with now-forgotten pseuds.

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>>11594764
there’s a lot of these two

We're assembling a team...

>>11594906
>Anyway, here's Wonderwall

>>11594968
... expressly for the purpose of gay sex

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It's weird when you think how badly he treated her.

>>11594994
WHAT HAVE I BECOME

>It's another OP dumps a bunch of photographs without titles or context episode

>>11595280
The fuck? Is this Nietzsche?

>>11595406
Ye

>>11593205

>tfw your dick hurts so badly from the 12th jacking session that day but you have to smile

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>>11595280
Nietszche had a terrible profile

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>She was different from Camus' string of petites amies. Her beauty was striking, but her presence was reserved, unassuming, and gentle. And she had a cœur droit, in the words of Camus.
>Francine suffered from and was hospitalized for depression, for which insulin and electroshock therapy were at various times prescribed. At one point she threw herself from a balcony, whether to escape the hospital or to kill herself is not known. Her depression was blamed in part on her husband's infidelities, and above all on his affair with María Casares.

>>11595285
Fucking hilarious

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It's fake lads.

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Damn

That’s fucked up

>>11594737
no he doesn’t

>>11595560
wtf i hate camus now

Not a picture, but there's some pretty decent audio of James Joyce reading from Ulysses and Finnegans Wake which is really cool to hear. The 1924 recording seems to be more common even though the 1929 Finnegans Wake recording is much better quality. Even though Ireland is such an important part of his writings I still get surprised when I hear how thick that accent was for some reason.

https://publicdomainreview.org/collections/james-joyce-reading-his-work-19241929/

>>11597771
I wish I had an Irish accent 2bh

>>11593171
he looks like he's happy here and that makes me sad to know what is coming

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>>11597874
thats the mexican guy from rogue one

Please post names on these.

>>11593196
Going by the poodle I'm guessing one of those is Steinbeck?

>>11594991
>when the shirt matches the book shelf

>>11598059
young chekhov?

>>11593180
god damn nice hair

>>11593168
>virgin hair
Imagine my shock

Teenager Fernando Pessoa

>>11598941
He lived 9 years in Durban. He studied in the Durban High School. He was one of the best students there.

>>11595928
Did they put him in that news item on purpose as some sort of easter egg or was it purely a coincidence? (Assuming it's actually him - but he looks exactly like in the known real photograph with his son from the late 90s.)

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>>11598950
Was he originally Portuguese or Mozambican?

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9f-Q9GHmJGc

It did not make HIM sad.

>>11599442
Originally Portuguese. He was born in Lisboa. (His parents were Portuguese).

>>11595560
lol why didn't she just construct her own meaning™
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fascinating
>>11593168
He looked much prettier with short hair and without all the meme rock dad attire
>>11598959
I think it's really sad to have the whole "reclusive" persona constructed around someone. It inspires people to become invasive and curious

>>11593168
>nose up
14 year old
>below the nose
43 year old

what is this

>>11600100
tennis does this to you

>>11594906
>this one's called my dirty little fuckbird

>>11594906
*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*

>>11597832
Absolute madman. I thought this was Paul Hogan!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WC1D4CeCneA

>>11598059
Here, have a colourised

>>11601009
Thanks anon, now I want to fuck Anton Chekov.

>>11601033
>now
I've always wanted Chekhov to show me his gun so I could make sure it goes off.

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WHAT HAVE I BECOME

>>11593168
he looks like rimbaud

qt

Some strong drink may have been taken.

>>11593168
I will pay MONEY if anybody can find a photo of his corpse

>>11601185
How much

>>11601198
$50 to your venmo

>>11601198
lul

>>11595240
MY SWEDISH FRIEND

>>11601198
>Please see the investigator's reports and forms 1, 3 and 6, copy of evidence log (two) , copy of suicide note, copy of paperwork from decedent, &c

How wallaceesque

>>11595560
>shy autistic mathematician driven to depression by chad writer who literally could not fathom why people are sad
/lit/ beats /sci/ again

>>11601348
"the deceased person" is like something out of brief interviews

>>11601198
i honestly believed this until the bloom part

tfw nobody will ever post a pic of Pynchon I haven't seen

>>11593820
Phil Kessel?

>>11603096
which one is he???

>>11603096
don't tell me he's this guy

>>11603186
junior, second row, far right

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Not quite!

>>11603035
the rest was genuine

>>11603333
nice.

>>11601185
Disgusting. I don't even read Wallace but can't you let the dead rest in peace?

>>11594968
kek

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about reclusives, there is a writer in my hometown (Curitiba, Brazil) that is also a reclusive, actually pretty similar to Pynchon although he is 12 years older than Thomas.
Name is Dalton Trevisan, he walks around the city, sometimes is seen by a vegetarian restaurant or a very traditional bookstore here. If one comes asking him, he just says he is not the writer asks to be left alone. 93 years old, gave 1 interview in his lifetime, when he was younger, in which the interviewer lied to him saying he would not record it but did. Not much pics of him too

>>11598950
Did you take my advice about going through his classmate's archives?

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>far right
heh

What interests us is what we don’t see:
the unapparent, the work that goes into a thing
before it is broken. Consider William Gaddis
crouched into the shape of a penguin,
likely drunk in the late gray afternoon,
a draft of Carpenter’s Gothic on his desk at home.
Did he speak of Muriel as he ate, who
in some other Village bar contemplated
the first years of a love she’d come to think of
as “a mere decade alcoholic haze?”
What letters did he carry in his jacket,
& from whom? & what of Pynchon’s absence,
the unseen man who’d been accused
of not existing? “Somewhere between coasts,”
he’d written, if indeed it’d been his hand
that signed the note. At dinner someone
must’ve glanced across their meal at Gaddis
& wondered, Could he’ve pulled it off?
In the photograph, Pilar & Shelly lean easily
against the wall as their husbands shift
weight from one heel to the other,
positioning themselves to appear comfortable
in the face of eternity. Consider them:
the Gasses, Hawks & Coovers, Barthelmes
& Abishes, Gaddis & Vonnegut, standing
naked & old in front of their closets,
selecting this white shirt, those gray slacks,
the long black skirt draped like a shadow
among its mates; how arbitrary is history.
Just months before, Steven Moore
suggested that Pynchon was “a pseudonym
for Gaddis!” He’d called it a rumor,
but still he’d said it. & then in April,
Wanda Tinasky’d claimed, though she herself
had been a prank, “the novels of William Gaddis
& Thomas Pynchon were written
by the same person.” Years later the typewriter
on which the Tinasky letters were written
would be discovered in the barn of a failed writer
who’d killed his wife & then himself,
but for now these letters added another layer
to the myth of Pynchon’s living ghost.
How many times had even Barthelme seen
his friend in the flesh, or was this famous dinner
organized to draw out the game, the man,
& catch him in a snapshot for the world?
Maybe Barthelme, too, had begun to pull the string--
To what extent can any of us know our friends?
Beside Vonnegut, who stands behind the rest
as though on a horse, a point of light exerts itself
from between a tuft of leaves. It is 1983
& Postmodernism has been supplanted
by Minimalism. How appropriate then,
that this single point of light be representative
of the missing man, the shadow, the private eye.

>>11605957
You always mention him. Did you ever meet him?