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Posted: 1 hour, 48 minutes ago at Aug 21 6:25
Perhaps it's, shameful as such a thing is, intentional (as much as any action performed consciously but unrecognized in it's unspoken denial is, that is) verbiage as means of uncovering the (light but existent nonetheless) shame at our any ability to express whatever it is meaningful we might have to say, and thus act in poor imitation of wordsmiths, projecting our would be craft onto things of no actual bearing. Well, at least this is so in my case. God, I'm awful. I feel so vile a this admission; doubly so that I admit it for vanity's purpose. I suppose I'll have to call emulate Notes From the Underground and seek escape from my admission in making aware another of their own.

The reason you don't need to further marvel at this feat is for the fact that, in likening your completing The Recognitions to it's creation, your ego was more than satiated enough, you undeservedly pompous bastard. But what need is there to admonish for this; the circumstances are undoubtedly the inverse. That didn't make me feel better in the slightest. Hum. Well, a wonderful work wasn't it? Am I alone in my thinking the ending so vague and ostensible? And incredible, undoubtedly so (not a thing on JR's though it does have the truly... conclusive quality a work so epic as it befits).

Requiem was a bit more to my liking, if I recall, though I'd read them in direct succession some time past and thus can't state the superiority (or even the preference of) one over the other. I'm in debate as to what poetic work most merits investment; an Ahkmotova volume, Cantos, or A (Zukofsky's work I've only found in wonderful snippets).
Posted: 4 hours, 20 minutes ago at Aug 21 3:53
Yeats, I've actually not read; I suppose, stupidly enough, just assumed anyone not Rimbaud, one of the modernists, or Frank Standford/Louis Zukofsky (both rather esoteric poets with something of a "post modern" (yes, the word is without genuine meaning, but there are vague qualities that define what would fall within it's parameters (rather ironic; The Recognitions is looked upon as the first work of literary post modernism, and the "aesthetic" itself can be seen as a manifestation of it's very thematic (well, all art can to an extent, but post modernism is particular))) lean whose works are a bit difficult to find (and read, in parts), but what I have has been to my liking) was either dated hogwash that appeals only to the conservative and vain, reactionary garbage that holds weight only for those who think House of Leaves "daring and original", or Robert Frost, who bores me. A bit shameful, really. I should mention as well Ahkmatova is more the poet than Eliot ever could be. You know what; I retract what I said of Rimbaud; I give the unprestigious of favorite poet to her instead.

Dear god, do the (unintentional, I swear) offensive number of parentheses I'd used make only appear as such, or have I grown obnoxiously verbose, even at times when I hope to write in earnest. This isn't the quality for one so lacking in abilities of articulation as I
Posted: 6 hours, 12 minutes ago at Aug 21 2:00
Likely for the best; the comparative undesirability reading from a screen is a rather great one, and it still pains me to know a work I've regularly thought meriting placement in a top 10 list I've known only in that form.

I'd say it's the same for Beckett's trilogy; I instead give my vote to the Woolf novel. Perhaps it will appeal to enough to describe the nature of this appeal to me and thus bring about enthusiasm enough for me to finally further explore Woolf as I ought to.

Rilke I'd read some time ago, and not very closely, but I recalled it as (in effect, not style mind you) something like those rather... forceful bits in Dostoevsky that have quality something like catharsis while read, but one regularly finds their cynicism taking from. He was certainly worth reading, if I recall.

Rimbaud's romanticization and resulting sterilization can make the prospect an unappealing (there's a bit in Mumbo Jumbo about those who exalt Van Goh yet no nothing beyond his famed act of self-mutilation; Rimbaud is much the same, with homosexuality at a time when such a thing was taboo in the greatest sense serving in place a severed ear. And Jesus, "punk poet"? I'm baffled as to how it was I actually read the man with such a reputation), but, while much of what's projected on to him is undeserved, his being good is certainly not. His works are cathartic and lovely, striking a balance between the emotionally impactful and technically excellent
Posted: 7 hours, 32 minutes ago at Aug 21 0:40
Oh, and Kokoro can be found in it's entirety online
Posted: 7 hours, 36 minutes ago at Aug 21 0:37
Fine then, I know all to well the joy of completing The Recongitions. I still find it's ending perhaps the most ostensible piece of writing I've yet read. There's a quality of vagueness present that brings forth a "wait..." in the few others can. It's such a satisfying feeling, finishing The Recongitions; looking upon the massive work now digested, then looking upon the plethora of wonderful scenes, finding complexities that hadn't shown themselves initially, taking the time to admire smaller aspects of the novel that still showed through, oh what fun adolescence was at times. It may very well be the most re-readable novel I've yet explored (the only work I return to more frequently in Ulysses).

I'd read Love Song of Alfred J. Profrock and loved it; all other poems of his left me cold. I'd say it's his penchant for esoteric references that perhaps makes me unable to give an opinion bearing any weight on his work, but Joyce does the same to a much greater degree and Ulysses is a pleasure. I'd read a bit of The Wasteland; it seemed fine, but I didn't want to commit myself to it. Anna Ahkmotova, Ezra Pound, and William Carolos Williams (the early works that is; I think the later works horribly dull would-be experiments in minimalism that reads like bland prose in the form of stanzas). Oh, and though I've as of yet read only or two works, Wallace Stevens has been to my liking a bit more so than Eliot. As for poetry taken as a whole rather than that of the modernist era, Rimbaud is very likely my favorite (Hunger was my favorite of his works when I'd taken to indulging is him, though the much loved Season of Hell merits it's reputations)

I'd recommend Molloy; its wonderful, but, contrary to what others may bafflingly tell you, rather easy. It took me two weeks to read when I'd first took to exploring the literary and was incredibly slow; it's very likely be the endeavor of three days times.

Finishing Infiniet Jest would also make the three other 1000 page novel a less daunting prospect
Posted: 8 hours, 42 minutes ago at Aug 20 23:30
Damn, now I've had robbed of me the right to pay tribute to William Gaddis in the form of profile pic, without being derivative. God damn, Noah, the man's my favorite author, get your own.

What a classy man, though. It's good to see that post modern anguish and an ignored literary genius don't dull one's sense of refinement in style.

Not that it has any bearing on your affairs, but I've decided, upon completing Mumbo Jumbo (which might very well be later today but certainly no later than tomorrow) I'll be completing Infinite Jest. As I said, the novel's comedy is rather bad, but I recall thinking that during my initial literary immersion, when I'd loved the novel. Consider the lashing out at the few pages I'd read just that
Posted: 1 day, 9 hours ago at Aug 19 22:37
My god, and he's a failed professor; he calls to mind a figure in Bely's Petersburg or Dostoevsky's Demons (or really any Dostoevsky work with a comic lean), from your descriptions.

As for Freud Had Sex With His Mother, I've gotten to the character's first interaction with his fiance, yet I can't seem to write dialogue that isn't utterly stilted and tin-eared. More than that, I don't even know how I could write Felgrund's character; the main character I couldn't help but pattern largely off of my dull self, and the conversation would have to establish the former as one of obviously superior intellect; it's not in the realm of possibility to intentionally write a character of intellect greater than your own. It's a shame the little talent I have was able to conjure forth so brilliant a title but no work to which it could be attributed.

Of course, the arrogance one might feel in situations such as ours is only the result of circumstance, but, as well know, it's harmful to oneself as a genuine enthusiast of art rather than one of myself. The practice of treating art (literature, in particular) as a tool of self-evaluation and a means of entering the circle of the "elite" is one I don't ever want to risk my involvement in, again; the days of the past shame me so. Though I suppose nothing comes of some equally insincere self-debasement.

As for why I didn't include Infinite Jest, I'm totally committed to the idea of dropping it as a whole. The lashing out at what I'd read upon re-entry was just that; looking past that, I've come to remember that there was a reason I'd enjoyed in the past beyond simple immaturity in taste. There are a number of great lines, such the axiomic "the truth will set you free, but not until it's done with you" bit, and there were a number of dramatic scenes I found moving. A lot of the comedy is awful (for example, three pages devoted to a joke about a Nun exploitation film written in the most dry prose so as to create a juxtaposition between the content and it's presentation in a horribly unsubtle manner), but I don't know if that merits completely setting down a book I'd read (and enjoyed, in parts) 800 pages of
Posted: 2 days, 1 hour ago at Aug 19 6:44
I'd made that remark to keep whatever arrogance that might come about in check; is it base that I feel pride in knowing I'm the most literate person known by someone of relative intelligence?

This uncle figure just begs to be immortalized in literary form; a scumbag who earnestly reads Thomas Mann is great material to work with if ever I'm to actually be so audacious as to try and write "Freud Had Sex With His Mother"

Thanks as well for listening to recommendations. While I don't need anything beyond my own gratification to justify my hobby, it's nice to know it has consequences beyond this that serve the world's betterment (to dub my giving another soul the joys of Gaddis such is no exaggeration)
Posted: 2 days, 4 hours ago at Aug 19 3:46
100 pages of great dimension and small type in a day's time? That's impressive. But then again, Gaddis is all the more so, so such a thing is understandable.

I'm at once flattered that you'd suggest I'm somehow a "prolific" read when I've read about 40 books in my life (none of which are The Man Without Qualities, Candide, To the Lighthouse, Invisible Man, The Master and The Margarita, War and Peace, and whatever other texts I ought to be ashamed at my having not read but still so impudently calling myself a literary man), but offended at the notion that you know of any other as great as I
Posted: 2 days, 4 hours ago at Aug 19 3:30
I think you meant to, in keeping with the spirit with our much exalted post modernist, say "chrast I can't fucking wait to read JR". I should mention that JR isn't quite the monolith that the near thousand page The Recognitions is; it's a good 700 or so. And reading JR and Omensetter's Luck in succession is as wonderful prospect as could be
Posted: 2 days, 5 hours ago at Aug 19 2:26
Was that the bit where he stumbled down in a knight's armor? God, that was wonderful. If I recall, a rather fascinating conversation on art (unfortunately, I can't recall anything more specific than that). I think it a rather slow-burning novel; slowly but surely one finds themselves immersed in the largeness and complexity, the hilarity and tragedy. JR in incredibly different, in that (such a thing might not make sense to another) it barrels towards it's end over a plain of characters and their conversations, whereas The Recognitions seems to build upon itself, thickening and widening.

I'm attending a local college (Skyline, it's called, for the record), and thus am still living where I was, and have a small course load beyond that, so I'm with time enough.

Reed is very good; he reminds of Pynchon, in that both are authors of incredible intelligence who possess ideas abstract and fascinating, and give vent to them in works playful an fun, but incredibly rewarding
Posted: 2 days, 8 hours ago at Aug 18 23:50
Unfortunately, that is so, but $20 copies are still to be found on Amazon.

College is an awful thing; it's like being bombarded with mediocrity, and admission into the place of bombardment entails every number of unfun formalities. At least Ishmael Reed has served to make it more bearable
Posted: 3 days, 2 hours ago at Aug 18 5:42
That's awesome; I find nothing incites the curiosity to read more than owning it (that is, if one is already somewhat excited at the prospect). I, for my soon to come birthday, intend to purchase Lanark, The Sot Weed Factor, and Gargantua and Pantagruel
Posted: 3 days, 4 hours ago at Aug 18 3:37
Ah, what a great novel that was. I don't think a novel has so surpassed itself in the way Blood Meridian; come The Kid's leaving Tate to die, the novel just seemed to progress from one scene that was the best up that point to another. The final conversation between the judge and the kid is one of the finer I've read, and the epilogue was clever and (in keeping with the whole of the novel) very well-written. Your having prompted me to read both this and The Castle makes so much better a person now, to my mind. Now if only I can muster fourth enthusiasm sufficient to take to my library for Dream Story
Posted: 4 days, 2 hours ago at Aug 17 5:58
One other thing I'd forgot to make mention of, in regards to Blood Meridian, was , despite his relative insignificance, how incredible a character Jackson was. The reservedness of his manner which is jarringly broken from in acts of shocking unscrupulousness make him the most terrifying of McMarthy's character. As sociopathic as it may sound, I think the Judge something of a badass (a word that holds actual meaning for me (that being of one who in possession of a masculine charisma) rather than the juvenile contrivance it serves for so many others); Jackson, frankly, scares me.

I can say for myself that begun my exploration of Dostoevsky's body of work with The Brothers Karamazov was anything but an impediment to my understanding of Dostoevsky as the master he is. The idea that Karamazov is his masterpiece is one I take no issue with; I much prefer Demons, but this I attribute to preference more than a definite superiority on the part of the latter. I'd say it's actually something of the ideal place to start, as embodied in it is the "essence" of Dostoevsky.

Glad to hear your giving precedence to Gass; I imagine you'll be in agreement with me on the novel (well, perhaps you won't be so zealous as I (few are), though Id shocked if you didn't adore it). I'll be reading Absalom, Absalom soon enough; after Mumbo Jumbo (which I'd read a few pages of; it's wonderful), Dream Story, the other two novels in Beckett's trilogy, The Counterfeiters, Candide, and V., and Giovanni's Room.

Christ, I remember my fruitless attempts at low grade tail, and with the greatest shame. I'd thought drama class would show me to girls who, though no less stupid, had aspirations towards their base conceptions of intellectualism and uniqueness of person; but no, they bore no such pretenses. I was simply a bore. My circumstances were quite the opposite from yours; I'd abandoned these pursuits so as to read Gaddis.
Posted: 4 days, 3 hours ago at Aug 17 5:01
I'm really coming to dig Blood Meridian (I'm on the last 80 or so pages). Come it's middle portion, I was beginning to think that all it really boasted was stylistic excellence and the imagery, however striking, wasn't sufficient to sustain the novel throughout it's length; that was, until the Judge began to take a central role. He's outright fascinating; his calculated vileness and abstract philosophies (as well as the manner in which he expounds upon them) are qualities so... alluring. Every scene in which he figures prominently is a memorable one. It's a shame I've been reading under rather unpleasant circumstances (I've once more found myself the victim of sleep troubles, which is why it's taken of me far more time than a novel it's length generally would.
Posted: 6 days, 10 hours ago at Aug 14 22:08
That is an awesome idea on your part; I might just do the same , if the prospect should become more appealing. If only the same could be done for Joseph McElroy's Women and Men (post modern American author; esteemed in the same circles as Gaddis and Pynchon), another novel it's out of my financial means to purchase, but what with it being the longest novel in the English language, I doubt such a thing be arranged for much less.
Posted: 1 week ago at Aug 14 2:39
I'm about 70 pages into Blood Meridian; I like it thus far. The prose is incredible; McCarthy has a talent for evocation and stands as the only author I've read this far to write in a "workman-like" prose that by itself is something impressive. Even at it's less subtle points, the imagery is very impressive. The Judge seems outright awesome as well
Posted: 1 week ago at Aug 13 8:41
Christ, I just looked at englishmajor's goodreads page; I don't know if I'm to thank heartily or begrudge him for the number of novels possessing incredible promise whose existence I now know of
Posted: 1 week, 1 day ago at Aug 13 3:42
I'd actually thought the same in regards to The Castle's gargantuan length upon hypothetical completion, but how else could it have been with the loose ends. Though it is a novel but the unattainability of the metaphoric "Castle"; perhaps the unintentional metaphor in it's lack of an ending was the most effective ending it could be given.

It was just prior to that point (the large party attended by many a colorful figure and with no shortage of memorable dialogue that I now can't think without bitterness for an absolutely awful imitation Wallace had written) where I'd begun to question if might just be my favorite novel of all time.

I should mention as well that The Devil to Pay in the Backlands is an almost impossible novel to find in English, and can only be done so for a rather significant price. It's very easy to find PDFs and the like, though you'd best not put particularly high hopes in ever finding a physical copy