/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.8413808]

Writers you'd like to spend an evening with.

Get your heads out of the gutter, I talking about conversation.

My pick in Chesterton

[Anonymous No.8413812]

>>8413808
I see your Chesterton and raise you a Shaw.

[Anonymous No.8413816]

Absolutely no contest

[Anonymous No.8413820]

Neil Gaiman.

He legit seems like the nicest person on earth in his interviews.

[Anonymous No.8413823]

Italo Calvino would make amazing company if his essays are anything to go by.

[Anonymous No.8413837]

>>8413812
Spending an evening with an Irishman who doesn't drink? Thanks, but no thanks.

[Anonymous No.8413868]

>>8413808
Beckett
Joyce
Sterne
Ballard
Borges

[Anonymous No.8413873]

Wataru

[Anonymous No.8413874]

>>8413808

[Anonymous No.8413891]

>>8413808

Mishima, so we could spend hours talking about how America has ruined everything.

[Anonymous No.8413895]

Wilde. If he was anything like Lord Henry, hoo boy.

[Anonymous No.8413970]

I'd like to spend an evening with the inklings. All those great minds talking and sharing ideas. Amazing

[Anonymous No.8413985]

John the Revelator

[Anonymous No.8414130]

>>8413891
You could have that very same conversation in a kebab shop my friend.

[Anonymous No.8414132]

>>8413891
> Mishima
Dude was a fascist. Yikes.

[Anonymous No.8414143]

>>8413808
I'd have my daughters set up a warm bath for him while I myself would pour spring water from the pitcher for his hands. Then I'd slaughter my fattest black ram, roast it on spits and serve him the best bits while my wife fills a wicker basket with freshly made bread. Then I'd mix some sweet black Chian wine and fill the silver cups to the brim and then we'd fill the night with stories until Dawn takes her rightful place on brocaded cushions, stories from when men were god-like, gods were god-like, friends were honoured, enemies were killed and glory was either given to another man or won from him, never ignored or spurned as an antiquated, abstract concept.

Sure, I don't actually have any Chian wine lying around but I think I saw Cretan wine at the supermarket where I'd have to go anyway to get some lamb chops. Hopefully I can get some bits with a bit of blood left on them to smear on my hands to make it look like I had just butchered them or something. Also, my wife can't even bake cookies from pre-made dough, let alone bread, and my daughters are much too young to attend to an old man's bath, not that he'd fit easily in our tiny bathtub in our tiny two bedroom, one bathroom apartment. There's no hearth either; the stove is half gas, half electric, maybe that'll count for something.

But the stories, man, the stories...

[Anonymous No.8414348]

>>8413808
I'd spend the whole night with her, if you catch my subtle drift.

[Anonymous No.8414387]

>>8413985
Wow, that's actually a very cool choice, the only better alternative I can come up with is Jesus Christ.

[Anonymous No.8414390]

>>8414387
oh, excuse my retardation, Jesus wasn't writer,

[Anonymous No.8414417]

none, leave me alone you milksops

[Anonymous No.8414424]

>>8414143
I appreciate your post.

[Anonymous No.8414428]

>>8414424

>Appreciating your own post

Here's a (you)

[Anonymous No.8414446]

diogenes

[Anonymous No.8414479]

>>8413808
Does God count?

[Anonymous No.8414746]

>>8414479
*Writers not fictional characters

[Anonymous No.8414753]

>>8414132
I am a fascist. And beautifully built. He who builds on the people builds on mud, and now the incompetent are given authority to continue and thrive in weakness. I curse the modern world, which should perish in its infirmity.