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Post perfect opening pages

>> No.13060441

>>13060429
Why is your hand white

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>> No.13060458

>>13060441
Maybe cos he's white

>> No.13060472

>>13060458
Gross

>> No.13060478

>>13060458
>>13060472
That alone isn't why he reads Stoner, though

>> No.13060510

>>13060443
>viva la raza, gringo malo, matalo rapido, aztlan para los chicanos, mucho trabajo por un poquito dinero, no mas trabajo por los pinchi guero jefes, que carajo quieres guero? muchas ballas por tu culo cabron, pinchi pendejo, chingado, hijo de la puta madre, no mas compleannos por guero ninos, un nino blanca muerto esta un nino blanca bueno, adios muchachos

>> No.13061084

>>13060458
Ewww

>> No.13061115

>>13060458
there are no whites on the internet

>> No.13061229
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>> No.13061246

I’m Theresa, the younger daughter of Edward and Elizabeth Sullivan, and I hope it’s not bragging to say I was cute as heck at age ten. Everybody in the family said so. I was the princess in the Sullivan clan of Framingham, Massachusetts because besides being cute I was a whiz in school and had a good disposition. All the relatives expected great things from me.

Nobody could have dreamed of what I would do a few years later, and nobody would have believed it if they’d been told. Prime Minister Blair said I’d still be remembered in a million years.

Did you catch that?

Churchill, Hitler, and Lincoln will be footnotes in dusty history books a thousand years from now, and nobody remembers Charles Martel who saved Christianity in Europe by winning the Battle of Tours thirteen hundred years ago to set up the world as we know it today, but Prime Minister Blair said I’d be remembered for a million years. Mr. Blair is not inclined to exaggerating. I was the last person you would expect to earn that accolade. I was a nobody from nowhere. When this story began I was a little girl who didn’t have much of a clue about anything. My job as a kid was to figure out what the heck was going on and what to do about it. It’s not easy when you’re young and everything is brand new.

>> No.13061254

>>13060429
i'm halfway through this book and i dont get what all the hype is about. maybe i dont understand the characters bc im not american? his relationship with his parents seems really strange is this what (white) america is like

>> No.13061267

>>13060441
This is a whites only board. Didn't you know that?

>> No.13061270

>>13060429
I went to the university of missouri that shit needs to be burnt down like kansas
nothin but chicago niggers and commies and kikes

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>>13060510
if only you knew that most hispanics are literal white supremacists

>> No.13061286

my diary desu

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>>13061283
Amazing prose. I wonder how can one reach this level of preciseness and knowledge of vocabulary. I know people often say "just read more" but I don't think that's enough to achieve this amount of exelence.

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>>13060429
>eight years later, during the height of World War I
Isn't that the end of World War I?

>> No.13061724

>>13061267
Feel free to lynch me later I guess?

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Bataille gets me hard more reliably than any woman

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One of my favorites

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>> No.13061946

>>13061267
Nigger

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>>13060429

>> No.13062230

>>13061844
Where is this from?

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>> No.13062323

>>13060441
because he went to university

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>>13060429

>> No.13062358

>>13061254
>his relationship with his parents seems really strange
how so?

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Based witty

>> No.13062528

>>13062230
a little known but acclaimed (in england) book called angel by elizabeth taylor

>> No.13062549

>>13061844
Not too bad. First page in this thread I felt compelled to read

>> No.13062570

>>13061831
For whatever reason I read "I dare you" as "How dare you" and it made me laugh.

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literally the most kino opening paragraph in history

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>> No.13062835

>>13062764
does the book go on like this? or does dostoyevsky poke fun at him?
this seems awful

>> No.13062843

>>13062835
he pokes fun at him by making the book go on like that. the first half of the book is him talking like that, then the second half he does it around other people and embarrasses himself

>> No.13062876

G.K. Chesterton (1874–1936). The Man Who Was Thursday. 1908.

Chapter I.
The Two Poets of Saffron Park

THE SUBURB of Saffron Park lay on the sunset side of London, as red and ragged as a cloud of sunset. It was built of a bright brick throughout; its sky-line was fantastic, and even its ground plan was wild. It had been the outburst of a speculative builder, faintly tinged with art, who called its architecture sometimes Elizabethan and sometimes Queen Anne, apparently under the impression that the two sovereigns were identical. It was described with some justice as an artistic colony, though it never in any definable way produced any art. But although its pretensions to be an intellectual centre were a little vague, its pretensions to be a pleasant place were quite indisputable. The stranger who looked for the first time at the quaint red houses could only think how very oddly shaped the people must be who could fit in to them. Nor when he met the people was he disappointed in this respect. The place was not only pleasant, but perfect, if once he could regard it not as a deception but rather as a dream. Even if the people were not “artists,” the whole was nevertheless artistic. That young man with the long, auburn hair and the impudent face—that young man was not really a poet; but surely he was a poem. That old gentleman with the wild, white beard and the wild, white hat—that venerable humbug was not really a philosopher; but at least he was the cause of philosophy in others. That scientific gentleman with the bald, egg-like head and the bare, bird-like neck had no real right to the airs of science that he assumed. He had not discovered anything new in biology; but what biological creature could he have discovered more singular than himself? Thus, and thus only, the whole place had properly to be regarded; it had to be considered not so much as a workshop for artists, but as a frail but finished work of art. A man who stepped into its social atmosphere felt as if he had stepped into a written comedy.

>> No.13062885

>>13062843
is it very funny? i've never read more than 2 pages of any f.d. book

>> No.13062886

>>13061283
Impressive Cela, excellent as always, makes me proud of being a Spaniard.

>> No.13062891

>>13062876
you can always count on a victorian writer to give a good first page

>> No.13062898

>>13062312
nice
are you frog?

>> No.13062897

>>13060441
why did you invade from tumblr

>> No.13062900

>>13062885
if you like second hand embarrasment then ya. just skip to part 2 "apropos the wet snow"

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>> No.13062946

>>13060441
fpbp

>> No.13062949

>>13062835
i know right? that's what i have always thought in regards to this book... and yet i love the idiot and crime and punishment.

>> No.13062955

>>13062356
is this that book about the mom who forced her son to clean the house and shot

>> No.13062981

>>13062764
i started reading this the other day, i really enjoyed the opener

>> No.13062987

>>13062570
kek
>>13061831
i like this a lot

>> No.13063010

These are all in fucking first person, can we get some REAL literature (a.k.a works written solely in the third person) posted n here?

>> No.13063023

>>13063010
no

>> No.13063119

>>13062358
they dont really talk much. his mom doesnt hug him

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rereading the first chapter after finishing it was great,sometimes i just pick it up and read a random chapter when i start to miss it

>> No.13063171

>>13063167
ow my neck

>> No.13063200

>>13062822
Which one is this from? LOTIAT?

>> No.13063218

>>13061697
Practice writing a lot, reread, criticize your own writing, point the flaws, try to corrext them.
Developing an habit of thinking and talking precisely about things, aand of expressing the same thing ik different ways, might help a lot.

>> No.13063243

>>13061831
For some reason I was very bored the first time I read story of the eye, even in the original.

>> No.13063455

>>13063119
if you think that is strange then you are lucky :(

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>> No.13063681

>>13062822
The Ulysses dialogue style has me dead.

>> No.13063725

>>13060443
god spanish is such a terrible language
you can tell because i can read it even though i don’t remember a thing about it

>> No.13063789

>>13063725
how does that make it terrible?

>> No.13064019

>>13063218
I already do most of that and I fear I'll never get close to the pic you posted. I've started practicing by trying to describe with accuracy old paintings and I guess it helps, but that does not expand my vocabulary nor does it make me a better writer. It makes me a "less bad" of a writer, but not a better writer.

I guess if it was easy it wouldn't be beautiful. But god they make it seem easy... Just words on paper, but what a beautiful bunch of words they are.

>> No.13064636

>>13064019
The posted pics are the result of decades' more reading and writing than you possess. Keep reading, you'll get there someday.

>> No.13064740

>>13062426
On Certainty is GOAT

>> No.13064785

>>13062822
>the cold, autistic night
I feel guilty to have chuckled at this

>> No.13064814

>>13062885
I was laughing my ass off. The book is funny in a very strange, oddly intimate way. You laugh at the Underground Man's weaknesses and pettiness, yet you may see these same qualities in yourself buried deep down. Maybe not very far down at all even

>> No.13065007

>>13062876
This is cheating as the entire book is perfect, word by word.

>> No.13065021

1

Every art and every inquiry, and similarly every action and pursuit, is thought to aim at some good; and for this reason the good has rightly been declared to be that at which all things aim. But a certain difference is found among ends; some are activities, others are products apart from the activities that produce them. Where there are ends apart from the actions, it is the nature of the products to be better than the activities. Now, as there are many actions, arts, and sciences, their ends also are many; the end of the medical art is health, that of shipbuilding a vessel, that of strategy victory, that of economics wealth. But where such arts fall under a single capacity- as bridle-making and the other arts concerned with the equipment of horses fall under the art of riding, and this and every military action under strategy, in the same way other arts fall under yet others- in all of these the ends of the master arts are to be preferred to all the subordinate ends; for it is for the sake of the former that the latter are pursued. It makes no difference whether the activities themselves are the ends of the actions, or something else apart from the activities, as in the case of the sciences just mentioned.

>> No.13065054

>>13060429
1

The first time I laid eyes on Terry Lennox he was drunk in a Rolls-Royce Silver Wraith outside the terrace of The Dancers. The parking lot attendant had brought the car out and he was still holding the door open because Terry Lennox’s left foot was still dangling outside, as if he had forgotten he had one. He had a young-looking face but his hair was bone white. You could tell by his eyes that he was plastered to the hairline, but otherwise he looked like any other nice young guy in a dinner jacket who had been spending too much money in a joint that exists for that purpose and for no other.

There was a girl beside him. Her hair was a lovely shade of dark red and she had a distant smile on her lips and over her shoulders she had a blue mink that almost made the Rolls-Royce look like just another automobile. It didn’t quite. Nothing can.

The attendant was the usual half-tough character in a white coat with the name of the restaurant stitched across the front of it in red. He was getting fed up.

“Look, mister,” he said with an edge to his voice, “would you mind a whole lot pulling your leg into the car so I can kind of shut the door? Or should I open it all the way so you can fall out?”

The girl gave him a look which ought to have stuck at least four inches out of his back. It didn’t bother him enough to give him the shakes. At The Dancers they get the sort of people that disillusion you about what a lot of golfing money can do for the personality.

>> No.13065061

>>13062312
What edition is that? I like the formatting and font.

>> No.13065316

>>13060429

okay if this is that Stoner book you people are all on about then it makes me want to read it, I'm all about the sadboy stuff. I don't fuck with fiction much anymore but maybe here.

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>>13060429
Gods forgive me for being a phone poster

>> No.13065365

>>13061246

/thread

>> No.13066590

>>13061844
that's really good

>> No.13066615

>>13063455
:(

>> No.13066633

>>13060429
Damn that's surprisingly very easy to read. I set it aside for the future because i thought it was going to be difficult

>> No.13066642

>>13062822
Holy molly this is good.

>> No.13066824

I've seen the first paragraph or two of Lolita quoted so many times that I've grown to resent every word of it.

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>>13060429

>> No.13066909

>>13066633
Stoner is a very easy book but just because the first page is easy doesn't mean the whole thing is. The first pages of Ulysses, Gravity's Rainbow and The Recognitions aren't difficult to read.

>> No.13066997

>>13061863
What's this from?

>> No.13067029

>>13062955
I don't think so but can't remember for sure, read it long ago. At some point there was a guy in the dorm room who got stabbed in the eye with a syringe and then pissed on, if that may help.

>> No.13067085

Most good books' opening pages tend to be good - I think