/lit/ - Literature

Well, the first step is to buy a rope.

>>8446044
I suppose that would work. The door to my room was painted by some incompetent, he painted over the lock and it is now fixed in place. I could possibly tie my door shut, but I would have to think of the method.

>father has read all the classics
>cant compete so I give up on reading the classics
>begin reading late modern to early postmodern authors
>show off to my father by giving him a rec on lit I've been reading
>hands back Life a Users Manual within 10 minutes of receiving it
>claims its garbage and unreadable
>continues to believe his taste in lit is superior

>>8446066
>yfw your father is actually right but you don't want to accept it.

>>8446031
>sectio
fucking pleb, leave now

>>8446066

>postmodern authors

>it's a story that portrays the nuclear family in a positive light

>>8446137
It is use of the word that I invented. As I decided where the section began and ended, it is a 'sectio' which means to 'cut off or up', it gives a sense of vigor to the exercisie.

>>8446066
bad choice, Perec is an exit-tier author

>>8446147
I don't follow

>>8446155
Eh, like I said in the greentxt- I was trying to show off to this no nothing know it all.

>>8446031
CUNT

>>8447004
This excuse is worse than your taste.

>>8447004
Well, it was a poor attempt as I read mostly old fiction. My father rarely reads.
>>8447009
My father is annoying, but he isn't that bad.

>I was sitting on the couch reading the last few pages of Ulysses
>I don't usually read fiction as entry-level as this, but I wanted to make sure it would be easy enough for my pleb son, who I planned to give it to as a gift
>I finished the book and decided he would probably struggle quite a bit with it, but it would be a good challenge for him
>I figure now is as good a time as any to give him the book, so I go up to his room
>I crack open the door, and notice there is a book in his hands– Infinite Jest
>I'm trembling all over in disbelief, so shocked that my son is reading such pseudointellectual hipster trash
>I throw open the door the rest of the way in a rage and demand he tells me what he is reading
>He peers at me over the rims of the small wire glasses he bought one tearful day in 2008, scratches at his polyester bandana that I had been too blind to realize was a sign of doom, and with the annoyingly pursed lips of a smug contemporary novelist, says "i'm currently reading nothing, father, thanks to your interruption"
>I fly out of the room, hot tears in my eyes, horrified at the tasteless peice of shit my son has become
>As I storm down the hallway, I crumple the pages of Ulysses in my hand, leaving the book mangled and bent before I throw it into the garbage along with the portrait of my son that hangs in my study