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No. 16419
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Old one is kontra.
What are you reading, Ernst?
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No. 16438
>>16415
What do you mean by "actual fiction novels"? Most novels are fiction, it is kinda implied by the genre itself. As for explicit sexual violence, there is William Burroughs (Naked Lunch and Wild Boys; Nova Trilogy might have some too, but I'm not sure). There are also older ones, like de Sade and The Songs of Maldoror by Lautreamont. All in all, sexual violence descriptions mostly belong to fetish porn (duh); few authors can pull it off in an "artsy" kinda way.
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No. 16439
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pretty, pretty revealing (psychoanalysis stuff aside)
I'm just about finishing it right now but I'm sure I'm going to re-read it later this year
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No. 16447
A bit more than 2/3 through the new Houellebecq novel. There were a few entertaining diversions, and the story shaped up a bit more thematically around the dairy farmers' riot.
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No. 16454
I'm just reading MLM lit this month.
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No. 16465
>>16441
I'm actually writing a DeSade tier book but I'm going to have to publish it anonymously because I don't want to be known as "that guy who wrote that book".
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No. 16484
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Finished Infinite Distractions by Dominic Pettman a few days ago.

The main argument is that we are being hypermodulated by social media in that one can spend his attention on a political issue while another reads celebrity gossip or watches fail videos and a few minutes/hours later it's the reverse. So we never spent our attention on the same issue but are being dispersed tho a terror attack e.g. can generate a certain amount of attention for a certain time span. So were are never really synchronized by social media as other theorists pointed out before.
Yet Pettman says we are being synchronized on another level via algorithms and web page templates that control and force a certain way to approach and handle social media and online communication.
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No. 16489
Still reading Kudrun. It's pretty good. Not as touching as the Nibelungenlied, and sure as hell not as bloody. (At least so far. The first two parts were pretty tame.)
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No. 16575
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>>16447
Finished it yesterday.

An enjoyable read for me but I wouldn't recommend it to someone not acquainted with Houellebecq. It felt somewhat unpolished and like it could've used some more editing at first but as one gets to know the protagonist narrator it starts making sense.
Basically the book is a glorified travelogue (mostly through the Normandy) by a male in his mid-40s who has no family, no friends, no relationships, no hobbies except for eating, drinking and smoking (it's a recurring motif of his misery that most of the hotels don't allow smoking anymore). One day he decides to disappear from his Paris flat and cheating Japanese girlfriend, he's well off so he can stay in hotels, travel around and in theory live a decent life. Except what for? He starts taking a novel promising SSRI called "Captorix" due to which he loses his already limping libido and through that the most important aspect of his life: his sexual relationships. This allows him a detached perspective which leads to brutally honest and often absurdly comical observations about himself, the people around him, the meaning of life and other mundanities.
Most people he meets during his aimless wandering, some former lovers and his only friend, a French nobleman who's never turned a profit trying to build up an ecological farming business, are similarly reduced to alcoholism and bitterness (and the protagonist could well be in their place would he not take the antidepressants). The long-winded sentences, full of mundanities, connected by a multitude of commas, perfectly exemplify the rambling thought processes of a person chemically kept from "dying of grief". Something feels wrong about his life, about the world in general but the vague realization is already too much, too overpowering. None of his ideas to turn his life around are realized in the end.
A lot of the ills of modern life are aptly displayed and thematized: the blight of globalized neoliberalism destroying the livelihood of domestic farmers, the commoditization of love leaving many people alone and unhappy at an age when a new beginning is impossible but life is not yet over, leading meaningless lives drowning themselves in alcohol. A whole lot of the novel is taken up by lengthy ruminations of the protagonist about his past lovers, with some of whom he could certainly have led a happy life had he received some better guidance in life.
Overall it's a rather poignant read though plentily interspersed with some of Houellebecq's dark observational humor.

I started J.G. Ballard's The Atrocity Exhibition today, only read the introduction and first chapter so far. It was vaguely unsettling but I imagine it felt much more relevant and shocking at the time it was released in 1970 as it's full of pop references.
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No. 16577
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Halfway through this book at the moment. This is probably one of the best history books I've ever read. God, what I would give to live a life as eventful and meaningful as the lives of the men Hopkirk describes.
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No. 16585
>>16577
I will purchase this book.
t. Deeply interested in the Great Game
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No. 16695
>>16575
I also just finished Serotonine.
It was definitely the most intense Houellebecq-read I had so far, felt like it had much more depth than the other two novels by him I read so far, Submission and Platform. Also it had the best ending by far. The pages about Proust, Mann and Jesus were terrific. Also it was interesting compared to the quite hedonistic ending in Submission when the protagonist converted to Islam, only to marry underaged girls. Now the protagonist found himself left alone in the bitterness following his promiscuous sex-life, filled with regret. It felt much more honest and existential than the end of Submission.

My next read is going to be The Birds by Tarjei Vesaas. I already know a bit about the plot but I really have no idea what to expect prose-wise, still unusually enough I was looking forward to read this novel for a while so I'll lose no more words and directly get into it after making myself comfortable with some tea in my bed.
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No. 16706
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Man, I'd love to get a hard copy of the ORs one day. It's not a cheap thing to get, since you'll not even get a preowned set for less than $1000 but it's such an ebin publication. Added together it's a bargain for the amount of print you get (128 volumes with between 1-2k pages per volume) but it is still a lot of dough to drop at once on something I'm only going to even need to consult 3% of but it'd also kind of bother me to have a patchy set on my shelf. In the short term, I'm probably going to get a hard copy of volume IX because it's the most immediately relevant to me and I like working with physical books since I can have it sitting open next to my computer for reference compared to alt+tabbing all the time.

I found a really great correspondence today in it to use as an anecdote of the complexities of logistics in the New Mexico Campaign. Here you have forces having to plan the movement of an entire column of reinforcements around the yearly rains that will fill their reservoirs enough to keep the men with enough water to keep them from dying of thirst until they can reach the Rio Grande (around a two week crossing according to other documents), and then also having to account for the fact that forage is not really that viable in this part of the country compared to greener areas so you have tables being sent laying out the number of mouths to feed that were coming as reinforcements and not just them being laid out as fighting forces. Shit like this is why I love the Civil War in the West.