And Holden really wanted to be The Catcher in the Rye

>Perhaps, then, there is something to his advice that I should cease looking back so much, that I should adopt a more positive outlook and try to make the best of what remains of my day.

Seriously, Ishiguro?

>Look who it is, the Brothers Karamazov!
wth, dostojewski????

>Walking a long the beach, he saw a frail figure covered in stamp-ridden papers. At that moment he knew he had encountered Kafka on the shore.

Jesus Christ, Murakami. Couldn't you have put a little effort?

salinger never learnt the concept of mask he created holden to subconsciously vicariously live his own deep-rooted inability to creatively express himself within society.

And the approaching tide did appear to be the Irishman's favorite... It was Finnegans Wake

>rly joyce

>And he was always impressed by The Sound and The Fury
That's Faulkner for you.

He wasn't Jewish.

I know Veeky Forums like to shit on Murakami, but I love Kafka on the Shore

>the concept of mask

please explain

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Masking_(personality)

> Call me Moby Dick

Melville, you hack.

>With his dick in his hand, this one was his best,

>But what should he call it? Infinite Jest!

?????

>Come on, people, I mean seriously, it's 1984!
Bravo, Orwell.

thats wank mate

you're wank that should have been

Underrated.

that book was really good

nice

>after Odysseus finished telling his adventures, his friend said 'that was quite an odyssey, wasn't it?'

And they say Homer is the father of Western literature.

>"Yes," I said. "The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway."
Jesus Fucking Christ

>"That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the Ham on rye and all."

...

>Walking around that place made him realize something: the trees, the earth and the birds had a familiar feeling to them. At last he understood that he was, in fact, in the Norwegian Wood.

Murakami is atrocious.

>"And you will call my word the Bible."
God was phoning it in after the New Testament.

...

>And he then knew that he had truly witnessed The Persecution and Assassination of Jean-Paul Marat as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade

>"Is that really him? The Great Gatsby (now on film)?
Fucking really Fitzgerald you drunken wifebeater

> - I'm dying, so you know, I'd like a good percent of sales - need to feed my family even in the grave, you know.
> - Dude, you sell well, but the absolute ceiling I can offer you is 25%.
> - Maybe a tiny bit higher, like one-fifteenth higher?
> - 26, 66? Bye, Roberto Bolano.

>We are all gathered here for Finnegan's Wake

fucking really Joyce?

>After having tea in Cambridge Russell picked up a volume that later would become Bertrand Russell's Autobiography.

Jesus Christ, Russell. Get your shit together.

>"Although I still can't come up with a title for a book about Gödel, Escher, Bach."

>Skidoodleing all the way raspattoidly into intruitus blababababade over the internelovision fluently abababa Finnegans Wake.

Fucking Joyce, I swear...

>this is my critique of pure reason

You can't make this stuff up

>The group there stopped on a dune crest, waited

Kill yourself, Herbert

>8151081
>"The auxiliaries will provide for the defense of The Republic, a New Translation by Christopher Rowe"

I don't understand how anyone can say all of philosophy is a footnote to this guy

>Pluto
>Picture is The Death of Socrates

>ol' Pluto