Post a piece of artwork and get a recommendation similar to it

My friend Jeffrey Dahmer

I actually have that on my shelf somewhere, picked it up on a whim because I thought it sounded neat and hipster-indie graphic novels were what I was craving at the time.

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I also want a book for this feel.

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The Sorrows of Young Werther

Cat's Cradle

Tao Lin, Bed

>The Sorrows of Young Werther
No, Tristan und Isolde, you kekhold.

Why do you made this thread when there's already one with the exact same topic?

tell me about a complicated man

me on the back

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The Road

Strange Meeting by Wilfred Owen

Ballard, The Crystal World

thanks

Romeo and Juliet
Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea
Zeno's Conscience
World War Z

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It was pretty good.

The Memoires of Barry Lyndon

Don Quixote
The House on the Borderland

>Canticle for Leibowitz
pulp

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I Feel Sorry for the Stars by Fernando Pessoa

Very literally Mort

hart crane's poems

Golem

one of the star wars or halo books :P

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I've read it, its pretty good. most of the actual words are in caption form, and not word bubbles, so reads less like a comic.

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Decameron

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The Tunnel-Sabato

Herzog-Bellow

Gravity's Rainbow-Pynchon

Charter house Of Parma-Stendahl

Life And Fate-Grossman

The Question Concerning Technology-Heidegger

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Bible

Reminds me of

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I didn't see it and I checked the catalog. Link?

Cool, I'll read it sometime soon for definite.

Storm of Steel

Kill all Normies
Dangerous
Barbarians: How The Baby Boomers, Immigration, and Islam Screwed my Generation
The Wind in the Willows

Fight Club

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On the Beach

War and Peace

All Quiet on the Western Front

Slaughterhouse V

was waiting on someone to say this

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Dulce et Decorum Est

Wilfred Owen

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

this is a 'War and Peace' if I ever saw one

Eddas
Murder on the Orient Express
THE KING was on his throne,
The Satraps throng’d the hall;
A thousand bright lamps shone
O’er that high festival.
A thousand cups of gold,
In Judah deem’d divine—
Jehovah’s vessels hold
The godless Heathen’s wine!

In that same hour and hall,
The fingers of a hand
Came forth against the wall,
And wrote as if on sand:
The fingers of a man;—
A solitary hand
Along the letters ran,
And traced them like a wand.

The monarch saw, and shook,
And bade no more rejoice;
All bloodless wax’d his look,
And tremulous his voice.
“Let the men of lore appear,
The wisest of the earth
And expound the words of fear
Which mar our royal mirth.”

Chaldea’s seers are good,
But here they have no skill;
And the unknown letters stood
Untold and awful still.
And Babel’s men of age
Are wise and deep in lore;
But now they were not sage,
They saw—but knew no more.

A captive in the land,
A stranger and a youth,
He heard the king’s command,
He saw that writing’s truth.
The lamps around were bright,
The prophecy in view;
He read it on that night,—
The morrow proved it true.

“Belshazzar’s grave is made,
His kingdom pass’d away,
He, in the balance weigh’d,
Is light and worthless clay.
The shroud, his robe of state,
His canopy the stone;
The Mede is at his gate!
The Persian on his throne!”

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Dark Sun by Rhodes

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this picture reminds me of the film biutiful
idk about books but maybe you'll like that recommendation anyway

I've read a lot of what's on charts and such here, so the more obscure the better

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It's art damnit

neat, a new beksinski

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The Langoliers.

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The stranger

The obvious recommendation here would be the stormlight archive, since that's what the image is from; have you read the rest of the cosmere books?

I live among the WWI graveyards in Belgium, I've spent hours and hours walking among the rows.
If I didn't control myself, this poem would bring tears to my eyes.