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the dark souls of literature

>> No.16042897

Is it really? Dark Souls is my favorite game

>> No.16042900

the first ever /lit shitpost

>> No.16042905

Dark souls is beatable
I don't believe a single person in the world - even james joyce - has ever read this thing through without being paid to (editors audiobook v/o etc.)

>> No.16042913

>>16042905
I've read it all the way through 3 times. I went through a phase in college where I thought that I'd be an important Joyce scholar. That was before I learned that no Joyce solar is really that important.

>> No.16042915

>>16042905
If you are attempting to read back to back, cover to cover, you've already been filtered.

>> No.16042937

>>16042913
this sounds retarded arrogant delusional and beta enough to be true, i stand corrected. based /lit/

>> No.16042938

>>16042905
Some of has really have read the entire thing and loved it. The Wake has some of the best prose in the English language

>> No.16042948

>>16042913
Like in Little Miss Sunshine, the suicidal brother who's a Proust scholar?

>> No.16042980

>>16042948
>proust scholar
Well, no wonder he was suicidal. If you're going to be a scholar of a fiction writer it should at least be someone interesting like Joyce or Cao Xueqin

>> No.16042987

>>16042938
bost excerpts pls

>> No.16043108

>>16042987
>Sniffer of carrion, premature gravedigger, seeker of the nest of evil in the bosom of the good word, you, who sleep at our vigil and fast for our feast, you with your dislocated reason, have cutely foretold, a jophet in your own absence, by blind poring upon your many scalds and burns and blisters, impetiginous sore and pustules, by the auspices of that raven cloud, your shade, and by the auguries o f rooks in parlament, death with every disaster, the dynamitisation of colleagues, the reducing of records to ashes, the leveling of all customs by blazes, the return of a lot of sweetempered gunpowdered didst unto dudst but it never stphruck your mudhead's obtundity (O hell, here comes the funeral! O pest, I'll miss the post!) that the more carrots you chop, the more turnips you slit, the more murphies you peel, the more onions you cry over, the more bullbeef you butch, the more mutton you crackerhack, the more potherbs you pound, the fiercer the fire and the longer your spoon and the harder you gruel with more grease to your elbow the merrier fumes your new Irish stew.

>> No.16043113

>>16042987
>>16043108
>Night by silentsailing night while infantina Isobel (who will be blushing all day to be, when she growed up one Sunday, Saint Holy and Saint Ivory, when she took the veil, the beautiful presentation nun, so barely twenty, in her pure coif, sister Isobel, and next Sunday, Mistlemas, when she looked a peach, the beautiful Samaritan, still as beautiful and still in her teens, nurse Saintette Isobel, with stiffstarched cuffs but on Holiday, Christmas, Easter mornings when she wore a wreath, the wonderful widow of eighteen springs, Madame Isa Veuve La Belle, so sad but lucksome in her boyblue's long black with orange blossoming weeper's veil) for she was the only girl they loved, as she is the queenly pearl you prize, because of the way the night that first we met she is bound to be, methinks, and not in vain, the darling of my heart, sleeping in her april cot, within her singachamer, with her greengageflavoured candywhistle duetted to the crazyquilt, Isobel, she is so pretty, truth to tell, Wildwood's eyes and primarose hair, quietly, all the woods so wild, in mauves of moss and daphendews, how all so still she lay, neath of the whitethorn, child of tree, like some losthappy leaf, like blowing flower stilled, as fain would she anon, for soon again 'twill be, win me, woo me, wed me, ah weary me! deeply, now evencalm lay sleeping

>> No.16043132

>>16043108
sounds very gay and bluepilled

>> No.16043164

>All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday
how the fuck did he do it

>> No.16043166

I finished reading Dubliners yesterday and it’s one of the most boring books I’ve ever read
I really don’t get why people consider it a classic
Maybe if you’re really interested in early 20th century Ireland then I get why you would like it but if you don’t care about that and still like the book you have a terribly vanilla taste

>> No.16043180

>>16043166
If you don't find the last paragraph of The Dead the most beautiful thing ever you might as well find yourself another hobby

>> No.16043186

>>16043166
You were somehow filtered by his most accessible work. Dubliners is amazing and I loved every story

>> No.16043206

>>16043186
>filtered
>accessible
NOOOO IT’S NOT TRASH AND BORING YOU JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND IT

>> No.16043216

>>16043206
Well, you very clearly didn't understand it at all if you think it's bad. The Dead being the best short story ever written isn't an opinion, it's a fact. And the rest of the stories in Dubliners are also all very good and easily understandable if you take at least 10 minutes to read up on Ireland's history and a couple bible verses that are referenced.

>> No.16043435

>>16043164
I can just imagine him jumping up in the air, kicking his little leprechaun boots together then zooming off after writing this

>> No.16043637

>>16043435
>zooming
stfu zoomer

>> No.16043870

>>16043180
Not that anon and I liked Dubliners as a whole, but I don't get what people liked about The Dead so much

>> No.16043904

>>16042905
I read it and enjoyed it and I’m a retard.
>>16042915
This anon is right.

>> No.16043982

>>16042913
Husserl scholar here.

I'm doing a Husserlian analysis that breaks down each moment of Finnegans Wake to its phenomenological fracturing.

>> No.16043988
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16043988

https://youtu.be/qstUxos2cBs

>> No.16044501

>>16043435
Nora apparently would hear James giggling to himself incessantly while he was writing FW

>> No.16044509

>>16042891
>>>/vrpg/