/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.14527431]

Is this legit or just a /lit/ meme?

[Anonymous No.14527464]

>>14527431
Is it OK to read right after IJ, or what?

[Anonymous No.14527469]

complete and total meme but memes are fun sometimes

[Anonymous No.14527471]

>>14527431
meme and stop spamming please

[Anonymous No.14527480]

>>14527471
what u on about

[Anonymous No.14527483]

its ok

[Anonymous No.14527567]

Good morning, Megheads!

[Anonymous No.14527603]

>>14527464
Megan Boyle is basically a character from IJ so they fit well together

[Anonymous No.14527612]

>>14527471
Be sincere, Anon.

[Anonymous No.14528947]

It's not a novel, which some people maybe don't understand.

[Anonymous No.14529012]

>>14527431
Legit or a meme, the portals through which we mash the Liveblog dough, acknowledging that all things in our age are commercial, owned, strategized, life cycled, permitted, packaged, profaned by the selling, being merely Nicole Caputo's MKUltra-referential float tank shimmer-tropist cover sandwiching gibbering girly nonsense, only a meme, a clever capsid coating a Meganomic kernel, and I think there is a great woe to Liveblog, that it could have converged with a work like the Pale King or something if only there was something for the author to do, work in some sort of structure even if its corporate, why a Panda Express would have been perfect. Imagine how improved Liveblog would have been if Megan wrote about donning her spiffy layers of uniform on at home or changing in the locker lined alcove beside the back delivery door that was pillared with boxes of bagged cabbage and mushrooms and peppers and rice and dried noodles and many more spare plastic containers than were needed thankfully which when neatly stacked per Panda Express policy also provided a generously modest area for employees and any dependents they might need to briefly shelter inside the not otherwise child permissible areas of the commercial kitchen and its ancillary supply and storage spaces, enabling Megan to arrive at her franchise in her personal clothing and discretely transform into a Kitchen Team Member observant to modes filial and food, responsible for not merely chow mein and rice but the repeated sanitizings and cleanings required throughout the hours and hours of food production, far, very far from cooking or chefing or catering, returning to more ancient and simple forms of gastronomic practicality and therefore also greater hospitality born of the efficiencies of highly sophisticated purchasings and hedgings uniquely the purview of Panda Express' billionaire Burmese founders, who in any story about Megan Boyle and Panda Express loom quite conspicuous as the more interesting biographies to track down at some point, the husband and wife team that founded Panda Express, which is really quite a step up from the phyto-, xeno-, and para-estrogen laden population control slop you'll find beneath the golden arches or any of the smaller market players with premium custards masking their mystery south american beef and sometimes horse and often times who really knows because there's certainly no one testing a system nor perhaps could there be such a tester short of a machine intelligence trained against not merely the data arrays of food logistics but against the various types of grifts and graft and angles played by participants and players who can guise a great deal behind self-interest and the sheer scale and complexity of the system required to fill flumes with frozen patties and breaded dinosaurs and the State of Texas, and keep people buying their illuminati-designed gelding nutritional discs, because the truth is far worse.

[Anonymous No.14530149]

What's your beetle's box look like?

[Anonymous No.14530595]

the most legit piece of literature of our time. submit

[Anonymous No.14530611]

>>14527431
It’s not even a /lit/ meme— only one foot-fetish incel is bumping this shit; that is the power of 4chan

[Anonymous No.14530769]

>>14527431
I count ten plus Megheads in the rizon chat, so there must be some favor amongst the admins

[Anonymous No.14530781]

>>14530611
Shuttup, Mira. Feet aren't funny anymore. This isn't Nickelodeon.

[Anonymous No.14530821]

what did Megan mean by this?

[Anonymous No.14530842]

>>14530781
Least my man don't make me bathe, bitch

[Anonymous No.14530851]

>>14530842
Mira-Mira-on the ball, have you wrote anything new at all?,

[Anonymous No.14530869]

>>14530842
>>14530851
Ladies, please...
You’re both equally as repulsive and untalented and forgettable

[Anonymous No.14530878]

>>14530851
Pretty bold for a bottle ginger. Ima dye my kitty Megan red then drop her off at a shelter like you did, you know for ironic cat ownership luls. Pretty sincere how you abandoned those felines, huh?

[Anonymous No.14531013]

>>14530878
what ever happened to that key, mira? you ghosted your bestie-4-lyfe shortly after and gave out those c&ds after I tried calling you crying, telling you i forgave you i just wanted my friend back. pretty shitty if you ask me or anyone else really. must be nice to have super spy lawyers on your side. hope your well.

[Anonymous No.14531033]

>>14531013
Wow, yeah, look at Mrs. Saintly Sincerity over here. Does your husband talk to you after you puked pepperocini chunked papa johns into those, oops, cremation urns?

[Anonymous No.14531103]

>>14531033
Mira, we literally have corresponding puzzle pieces tattooed you-know-wheres and I don't know why you act like I'm this literary witch.

[Anonymous No.14531126]

>>14531103
You don't care about me, Megan, don't try your sincerity sorcery. It doesn't work on me. Also, "Megheads" are the dumbest thing ever. JFL.

[Anonymous No.14531462]

>>14531126
We'll even if you resist it, I'm being sincere in telling you I'm thankful for our first daiquiri, the singapore slings, then the volcano with the curly straws and sparklers and dry ice that we finished in honestly less than three seconds, the chocolate ladyboy twins that looked like feminine versions of the Demolition Man villain guy, your family's swanky parties with the human furniture and the nude aerial dancers, our secret pacts surrounding the various wrecked and abandoned vehicles we've trotted, traipsed, taxied and trained away from, each of us the other's alibi the way OGs used to do it, the way the Templars and Masons could keep plans from the others and have a chance against the other coalitions, that was us too, a dyad, a duet, a duo, fleecing guys for crypto on cam, raking it in and blowing it on RCs and boytoys, taking a sledge to that asshole's car and fucking it up, making it hurt "bad," quoting that part of "Blade" to eachother when we were getting our nails did at the luxe cowriting space your cool dad got you access inside, and therefore you got me inside, and it was really cool until you acted like we hadn't bonded through the shared hardships of complex literary throuples, quads, even for that one summer a septenary polyemotional reticulum where carnal knowledge was exchanged exclusively through abstract non-physical realms, phantasmic, astral, creative, visual, so many things we felt during those months, canoodled, brushing eachother's hair away and out-tendering and out-cooing the other, getting gross, unspeakable stuff, just leaving her there with her boyfriend passed out, I always wondered what they thought when they came to, assuming they did, but most of all I miss emerging from our suite's shower and finding you freshly dried from your own and prone, poetess knees fluttering your crescentine feet, your felt pen scorching up another moleskine, the placid solitude, the hermetic depth to the quiet, to be then uproarious punctuated by one of your geysered zephyrs rippling your nylon shorts to the point you, you of all people, had to actually stand up and demurely wipe and flush and bidet and flush and final wipes and spritzes before bringing your conspicuously damp brapper back inside to air dry, as we established as room policy was the preferred method and each of us would do our best to not make the other feel uncomfortable as we communed in that preternatural state of immaculate bareness.

[Anonymous No.14532356]

>>14531462
I remember when we were the only 'hayan boji' in the Korean spa and those attendants or bathing assistants who appeared from the shadowy unused shower stalls and with various grains of paper and pumice polished like pounds of dead skin from our bodies, like I remember the grayish runoff as they did your back, one of the girls gagged and the other was wide eyed in wonder, they like tossed aside several of their tools because they'd simply worn them down and needed a new one, we were, as is typical of Americans, in great hygienic disrepair and therefore produced bountifully sloughed and sheared genetic remnants, seeding our genes to any communicable mycology or bacteria that may appreciate such things as soluble human genetics, so much of us was removed they had to page their facilities team to bring in a hose, affixed to a utility closet pressure valve and water outlet and threaded carefully into the spa's customer entryway, making short work of the opaque ankle-height pond of not only our filth but the filth of all the immaculate and alabaster Korean women, the backs of fingertips gracing shins as if playing harps or strumming flower stems, feeling their selves that were buried beneath the surface patinas and patches and laminates oiled and sweated by our skin, their humanity saturated, the pollutants briefly jettisoned or scraped or plowed free, exposing supple, pink prone skin, and the men with their hissing hose that sounded like a scorching furnace when it struck the water and pushed it towards the broad gulping drain lining the full extent of the eastern wall, making quick work of our mess and returning the spa floor to the damp, heated, periwinkle tiles that poured into us a healing energy much being encased in a medicinal gland or in the presence of an expressed wish for eachother's wellness that came to change each of our auras and restore us back to eachother, to the feminine energies accessible only through such ritual purity.

[Anonymous No.14532922]

>>14527431
Going to sleep as yourself but waking as Megan, stuck in her florid flesh, so warm too warm, in the mode of cooling an energy loosed by the breaking of something, a molten glowing wound, breath thunderous, wonderful, you've clothes on her already and so you slip on slippers and shuffle outside as Megan, but you, to see the outside world even though you're now Megan, fully inside her as her, not a trick or a thing to shake from but the Megantropic Megantudinal Megance of it all, the holy shit, she keeps growing and growing, some sort of Titan among us, pavement buckling, her arms toppling steeples and water towers and she's crying at the destruction she did not intend but there's real people howling in fiery automobile mashings caused by the denuded giantess and her porcelainated mammaries that take away the breath, that force the heart and brain to exert more in the processing of her, why just look at those Bitty Biddies, cast those twins in a Tyler Perry movie, Stecil and Mable and they always almost late to church and they sittin they corn fed azzes dahn literally at seven fifty nine, time enough for their waving and light gossiping to whoever's in elbow clutching distance and always with the compliments to a lady's hat which goes a long way, sugar.

[Anonymous No.14533417]

watch the part in my video about it for a min https://youtu.be/IzMzDe4QAm8?t=1482

[Anonymous No.14533423]

>>14533417
Woah bruh you the real deal :DDDD

[Anonymous No.14533426]

>>14533423
shut up nigger

[Anonymous No.14533454]

>>14533417
And reported you to YT. Enjoy whatever the algorithm does to you now, smart ass. Laughing MY ass off.

[Anonymous No.14533481]

>>14533417
really shit take. you fucked up the base facts (it's 5 months not several years) eschewed the content itself for strawman generalizations (i dont recall one mention of instagram) and grafted your own classist narrative onto someone from a middle class background who works minimum wage positions to keep herself afloat.

your video closes out with boring doomer bs. alt lit is not the only writers being published, alt lit is not 'pushing out' better authors, alt lit writers can't even support their writing careers on sales. your ressentiment is palpable. i wont bother trying to psychoanalyze i dont care, it's clear you're not giving the work a fair shake. you're going at it agenda first.

[Anonymous No.14533529]

>>14533454
shut up nigger
>>14533481
shallow criticism and Megan Boyle was working on Liveblog for years, the novel just spans over five months. Typical 4chan ultra cynicism where you're just desperately looking for any reason to shit on me for trying to make something. Also the ending is hopeful and not pessimistic

[Anonymous No.14533540]

>>14533417
lolcow is watching

[Anonymous No.14533544]

>>14533481
Does Megan get MKUltra money?

[Anonymous No.14533551]

>>14533417
Cornpone

[Anonymous No.14533566]

>>14533529
>touch my good boy clicky game

[Anonymous No.14533572]

>>14533529
>Typical 4chan ultra cynicism
it's not 'cynicsm', it's me reacting to an unfair and dismissive assessment of a work of art i like and pointing out the signs that you never cared to engage with the work. you make it about class in a way that is wrong and clearly spiteful of a rich kid boogieman.
>you're just desperately looking for any reason to shit on me for trying to make something.
no, i'm not. i commend you for producing a 35 minute video essay regardless of content. the clown visuals were cool. your critique sucks. the reason to shit on your comes easily: you are being a faggot and basically making it a matter of political virtue that you don't appreciate a certain aesthetic. it's a bitter tantrum and you're going after the wrong target for a political critique. it's disgusting

[Anonymous No.14533578]

>>14533529
also taiwan, not thailand

[Anonymous No.14533582]

>>14533572
'it's disgusting' lol jesus christ

[Anonymous No.14533584]

>>14533572
Damn. >>14533529 has a well dug from that drilling

[Anonymous No.14533588]

>>14533417
Still not clicking. Feels good.

[Anonymous No.14533590]

>>14533584
>crying about me shitting on his waifu
yeah he really owned me

[Anonymous No.14533601]

>>14533590
Waifu is a published authorette, whereas you're a Tube coquette.

[Anonymous No.14533608]

>>14533601
and you're a poster

[Anonymous No.14533609]

>>14533590
Hope a lumbering autistic Meghead fertilizes your face with his tard spray

[Anonymous No.14533614]

>>14533609
based

[Anonymous No.14533618]

>>14533601
Also she probably makes less money than your average stemcel, being published means nothing anymore

[Anonymous No.14533625]

>>14533618
This. It's why Mira sells her socks to fund her poetry, bit the other way around.

[Anonymous No.14533630]

ok I'm going. I'm gonna keep making videos so if you guys being cunts hoped to deter me from that you won't and also Megan Boyle is a 6.5/10

[Anonymous No.14533638]

>>14533590
as a political man you should be concerned about things like credibility. you are writing these critiques for a reason right? not just playing on self righteous sentiments? you have made a half hour video moralizing against an aesthetic and a group of mostly self published writers ie the little guy. it's not punching up. it's irresponsible agitating and you dont seem to care.

[Anonymous No.14533982]

>>14533638
Tyrant Books probably paid him to stir up buzz. They need to up the hype before the second edition of Liveblog goes to the printer

[Anonymous No.14534001]

>>14533590
The state of YouTube doofuses

[Anonymous No.14534053]

>>14533630
>Dunning-Kruger

[Anonymous No.14534599]

>>14533417
this is like nick mullen with actual brain damage

[Anonymous No.14534738]

>>14527431
Totes, bout two thousand for the liveblog scriptome
Got laserjet on my fingers, published! Woo
Keep stowed that champagne lately I gotsa abstain
Collecting cacti, bitch, woo
Dropped five dollars on a xl
Call it 'Meggo Coolata', lil' bitch, woo
I was in the trap typing insane
I ain't been the same since, woo

[Anonymous No.14534806]

>>14533572
The criticism is pretty based. Rich white girls role playing as lefties decide to mythologize their lives and write self obsessed diaries. The project is set to fail from the start.

Let's look at other examples of people who essentially wrote diaries.

1. Lobo Antunes
War vet. So from the start he has better material to write about. His prose is also world class, and that's what carries his novels. Needless to say, that's not the case with Megan Boyle.

2. Bukowski
Ham on Rye was a compelling little story of someone who had to deal with economic hardship, school bullying, and an abusive father. The narrative is appealing because you're witnessing a frail young boy trying to become a writer but just getting bogged down by all the bullshit. There's universal appeal. The way he gradually resists his fathers abuse and comes to resent his mother, despite still liking her deep down, is the main conflict of the story.

"Women" fails because precisely because of this. The conflict is vapid. Buk is fucking all these girls, bragging about it, and larping as a sad boy. There's no real tension. But even the situation in Women is somewhat interesting, if anything in a comedic sense; a man becomes famous in his middle age after a life of poverty and sexual frustration, and starts banging a bunch of chicks.

What's interesting about LiveBlog? A middle class white girl is "depressed", does drugs, talks about her friends and boyfriends. Where's the tension?
What about the prose? Meh...
Is it great? Absolutely not

>But it's experimental
I could publish a book with piss stains on it and it would be experimental. That's nothing by itself.

I'm sure some people could find it a fun little read. But that's all it is. No better than your typical teenage YA except it tried to be more ambitious. Which is good. But not enough to make it good lit

I can totally understand why people may be resentful of it though. Considering Megan got published because of her blowjob skills, rather than her literary merit

[Anonymous No.14534840]

>>14534806
cool post. praise kek

[Anonymous No.14534973]

>>14534806
>lefties
imagine being stuck in this pathologizing mode and mistaking it for a greater grasp on things

[Anonymous No.14535171]

>>14534973
Wut?

[Anonymous No.14536058]

>>14527431
I need to read this again. It's such an interesting composition that seems way better than it should be. These powerful design elements are like a great soundtrack to an ok film.

[Anonymous No.14536130]

>>14527464
I'd read Liveblog before Infinite Jest or maybe even during. That might be a fun Julie & Julia type project to read them simultaneously as the themes build an interesting rhizome.

[Anonymous No.14536157]

>>14534806
there's nothing lefty in megan boyles work and again she isnt rich. she's a good writer. better than bukowski easily.

[Anonymous No.14536856]

>>14536130
>>14527464
Fifty Barn Poems popped up on Amazon. I'm curious how this looks compared to all the other youngster stuff.

[Anonymous No.14537766]

>>14536856
Seems a similar automatic exercise, I'm excited.

[Anonymous No.14537791]

March 17th is hereby declared Megoomsday

Megheads from around the world will assemble on the rooftop of University of Maryland, Baltimore to ingest 4mg xanax and convoy a driving tour through various strip mall parking lots detailed in the novel

[Anonymous No.14537797]

>>14537791
Holy hell, yes

[Anonymous No.14537813]

>>14537791
*tuned to the same radio station

[Anonymous No.14537836]

>>14537791
I'll get a babysitter

[Anonymous No.14537854]

>>14537791
Are Miramorphs welcome?

[Anonymous No.14538796]

>>14527464
What else might be familial to infinite Jest? Does the book have other discernible children?

[Anonymous No.14538999]

>>14527464
if you pretend Liveblog was written in the 90s it becomes pretty riveting science fiction