/lit/ - Literature

>>15983110

>>15983152
based and Cormacpilled

>>15983110
You

>>15983152
GAIVS IVLIVS CAESAR

meant to reply to op. seriously read gallic wars desu

>>15983248
Entrance of Prostitutes, Actors or unclean tradesmen will not be allowed!

>>15983473
what did romans have against actors

>>15983110
Leopardi in Italian is like crystal clear water

>>15983110
John Ruskin

>>15984145
Code for prostitute, or a lewd/sexual job akin to that.

>>15985321
kek same thing that happens today: passed around for the elites (casting couch)

>>15983110
Chekhov
Hemingway
Kafka
Joyce
Thurber
Borges
Eliot
Nabokov
Murakami
Pynchon

>>15983110
Joyce
Nabokov
Flaubert
Proust
Chekhov
Henry James

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>>15983110
Nabokov and Goethe

>>15983110
Gibbon

Tolkien

>>15985979
>poets
>poems
>prose
???

The king

>>15983110
Francis Bacon, Thomas Browne, Robert Burton, Jonathan Swift, Laurence Sterne, Henry Fielding, Charles Lamb, William Hazlitt, Walter Pater, Edward Gibbon, Thomas De Quincey, Herman Melville, William Makepeace Thackeray, Henry James, Max Beerbohm, Willa Cather, Robert Graves, Vladimir Nabokov, Evelyn Waugh, John Updike, Kingsley Amis.

>>15985979

didn't know Shelley had any prose works. thanks I'll check them out

What you want is the English Enlightenment. The absolute high water mark of prose for Modern English. Johnson, Gibbon, Hume, all those guys, they're beautiful writers, fiction and nonfiction. Reading Gibbon's Decline and Fall will blow you away just by how pretty it is.

>>15983110
Hegel

>>15983110
Gass. Gaddis, when he feels like it. Murnane.

kant

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>>15983110
Saramago

>Vladimir Nabokov
>Anton Chekhov
>Oscar Wilde
>John Steinbeck
>Haruki Murakami
>Henry Miller
>John Williams
You may now proceed to call me a pleb.

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>>15983110
The only real competition here is Dante

>>15987068
Ahem.

>>15986770
oh god no

>>15983110
Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet.
Age: five thousand three hundred days.
Profession: none, or "starlet"

Do i have to say more

>>15985321
>Prostitutes, crypto-prostitutes, and unclean tradesmen will not be allowed
Lol

>>15988294
Yes.

>>15983110
In Spanish García Márquez has beautiful prose

>>15988320
Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet.
Age: five thousand three hundred days.
Profession: none, or "starlet"

Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze?
Why are you hiding, darling?
(I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze
I cannot get out, said the starling).

Where are you riding, Dolores Haze?
What make is the magic carpet?
Is a Cream Cougar the present craze?
And where are you parked, my car pet?

Who is your hero, Dolores Haze?
Still one of those blue-capped star-men?
Oh the balmy days and the palmy bays,
And the cars, and the bars, my Carmen!

Oh Dolores, that juke-box hurts!
Are you still dancin', darlin'?
(Both in worn levis, both in torn T-shirts,
And I, in my corner, snarlin').

Happy, happy is gnarled McFate
Touring the States with a child wife,
Plowing his Molly in every State
Among the protected wild life.

My Dolly, my folly! Her eyes were vair,
And never closed when I kissed her.
Know an old perfume called Soleil Vert?
Are you from Paris, mister?

L'autre soir un air froid d'opera m'alita;
Son fele—bien fol est qui s'y fie !
Il neige, le decor s'ecroule, Lolita !
Lolita, qu'ai-je fait de ta vie?

Dying, dying, Lolita Haze,
Of hate and remorse, I'm dying.
And again my hairy fist I raise,
And again I hear you crying.

Officer, officer, there they go—
In the rain, where that lighted store is!
And her socks are white, and I love her so,
And her name is Haze, Dolores.

Officer, officer, there they are—
Dolores Haze and her lover!
Whip out your gun and follow that car.
Now tumble out and take cover.

Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Her dream-gray gaze never flinches.
Ninety pounds is all she weighs
With a height of sixty inches.

My car is limping, Dolores Haze,
And the last long lap is the hardest,
And I shall be dumped where the weed decays,
And the rest is rust and stardust.

>>15988344
>Age: five thousand three hundred days.
>And her socks are white, and I love her so,
And her name is Haze, Dolores.
>Ninety pounds is all she weighs
With a height of sixty inches.

How did he write a sociopath rapist so good?

>>15983110
no one's posted him yet?

>>15986635
Seconding this, especially Gibbon. Gibbon is good shit.

Pessoa's prose in his Book of Disquiet makes me shiver. Quevedo is a whole literature unto himself, as Borges would say. Carpentier is the peak of neobaroque.
But all of these in Castillian (Portuguese is a dialect of Spanish, fuck whatever brasilians say)
Gibbon, Alexander Pope, Dryden, Donne, Thomas Browne, Sterne, etc. are all magnificent in your language.

Sometimes I am taken aback by the sheer strength of the anglophone literary tradition. It may not have the breadth of, say, the French canon but it certainly stands proudly.
That stated: I'm happy enough with what my language has in store.
thank god none of us got bantu jungle parlance or some shit

>>15988578
He is weird even in original.

>>15983110

Robert graves.

>>15988578
He is famous for his horrifically bad prose.

>>15988578
I really like your prose, friend