Books to understand women?

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[Anonymous No.22107186]

Camus - The Stranger
Imagine Meursault as a woman's attempt to imagine what it must be like to have the thought processes of a man

[Anonymous No.22107199]

>>22107179
The Pianist by Elfriede Jianalek or whatever the fuck she’s called

[Anonymous No.22107210]

>>22107186
Now it all makes sense

[Anonymous No.22107246]

>>22107179
Clarissa

[Anonymous No.22107248]

Sex and Character by Weininger

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Disgrace by J.M Coochie

[Anonymous No.22107295]

The day had come, the hour struck,
When fate brought forth a curious mix,
Of lovelies and Incels, quite a clan,
To Epsilon's Pleasure Islands, vast and grand.

Flotillas of girls, from everywhere,
Arriving by airship or small boat fleet,
All seeking refuge, warmth and cheer,
From troubles past, now left to rot.

A hundred brave souls, waiting and ready,
To greet each girl with love and merriment,
No longer cast aside as undesirable,
Now part of something greater, no need to be exceptional.

Giant stones adorned with Epsilon's gaze,
Watching over all from hillside high,
A sanctuary built for those in need,
A kingdom ruled by those deemed outcast, freed.

Lolas stranded on the rocky shore,
Surrounded by giant fiddlers, ever more,
But fear not, bold heroes soon appear,
Rescuing maids and saving them from tearing claws.

Golf carts race across the verdant land,
Hungry hippos, Pac-Men, and Mario's hand,
Reaching for their loves, without delay,
Inflating rafts in cherry shape, a game of hay.

Sails woven from a thousand pieces,
Stolen knickers, fruit loops, and spicy beans,
Propelling forward, guided by desire,
Towards the sun, with passionate fire.

Harlota and Lolita, two sides of the same coin,
Connected chambers, like a shell within,
An enigma wrapped in mystery,
Unveiling the depths of male psyche, history.

This tale of wonder, joy, and might,
Shall echo through time, shining bright,
Epsilon's Islands of the Southern Cone,
From loneliness to Lolifinitude, forever borne.
The self renewing seed, like the moon-roused
Surf, crashes violently against the rocks.
Like candied cherry jars attracting wasps,
From far and away, to drown with stingers
Curled against the saccharine ruby-tinted tide.

[Anonymous No.22107310]

The day had come, the hour struck,
When fate brought forth a curious mix,
Of lovelies and Incels, quite a clan,
To Epsilon's Pleasure Islands, vast and grand.

Flotillas of girls, from everywhere,
Arriving by airship or small boat fleet,
All seeking refuge, warmth and cheer,
From troubles past, now left to rot.

A hundred brave souls, waiting and ready,
To greet each girl with love and merriment,
No longer cast aside as undesirable,
Now part of something greater, no need to be exceptional.

Giant stones adorned with Epsilon's gaze,
Watching over all from hillside high,
A sanctuary built for those in need,
A kingdom ruled by those deemed outcast, freed.

Lolas stranded on the rocky shore,
Surrounded by giant fiddlers, ever more,
But fear not, bold heroes soon appear,
Rescuing maids and saving them from tearing claws.

Golf carts race across the verdant land,
Hungry hippos, Pac-Men, and Mario's hand,
Reaching for their loves, without delay,
Inflating rafts in cherry shape, a game of hay.

Sails woven from a thousand pieces,
Stolen knickers, fruit loops, and spicy beans,
Propelling forward, guided by desire,
Towards the sun, with passionate fire.

Harlota and Lolita, two sides of the same coin,
Connected chambers, like a shell within,
An enigma wrapped in mystery,
Unveiling the depths of male psyche, history.

This tale of wonder, joy, and might,
Shall echo through time, shining bright,
Epsilon's Islands of the Southern Cone,
From loneliness to Lolifinitude, forever borne.

The self renewing seed, like the moon-roused
Surf, crashes violently against the rocks.
Like candied cherry jars attracting wasps,
From far and away, to drown with stingers
Curled against the saccharine ruby-tinted tide.

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[Anonymous No.22107588]

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[Anonymous No.22107596]

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[Anonymous No.22107627]

>>22107581
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This is all of the ones I have on my list of “women core” books. Beware I have not actually got around to reading them myself. D.H Lawrence is also recommended and I like his books.

[Anonymous No.22107628]

>>22107581
This won't help you understand women so much as it will help you understand sex and the height of relationships. All it will teach about men and women per se is that they are usually incomplete without the other half, and that most people either erect surrogates to compensate for what they're lacking (their true complement), or actively pursue what will make them whole again.

Plus, the whole question is loaded with gunpowder. "Understanding women" or "understanding men" is never going to give a substantial answer unless you tailor it to a particular individual, and then in that case the answer will be so trivial and uninteresting as to be barely worth knowing except for personal, trivial reasons.

Do you want to understand women with an incestuous father complex? Then maybe read the OP book or Freud. Do you want to understand women who are desperate for children? Find something else that deals with this common theme. Etc.

[Anonymous No.22107636]

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>>22107581
I forgot to mention the obvious fucking answer too: Go talk to women and figure them out. If you're a quick thinker and good talker you can learn a lot through your own investigations.

[Anonymous No.22107718]

>>22107179
Madame Bovary
D. H. Lawrence
Family Happiness by Tolstoy

[Anonymous No.22107829]

>>22107179
The Necklace by Guy de Maupassant. It's like 5 pages and all you'll ever need to know about women