You know the drill, lads.
Post an image, get books recommendations
Naked Lunch.
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Forbidden Colors
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Ulysses, James Joyce.
Infinite Jest
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anything by John Green
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Schopenhauer
Kafka?
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just comfy my shit up senpai
>this /b/ tier thread
Nine Stories - J.D. Salinger
Especially A Perfect Day For Bananafish
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Wtf is that?
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The Possibility of an Island - Houellebecq
One of the storylines follows a 'clone' after the deterioration of Earth.
The same book.
A Personal Matter - Oë
The Hunger Games
How
Bitch
The Kalevala
Ornament of Stainless Light
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Watership Down
Dostoyevsky
Dances with wolves
comfy books
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The man with the golden arm
The moon and sixpence
Everybody Poops
Bad visual effects
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inb4 lolita
Hard Choices
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The Pale King
>waiting for something that never comes
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Equus.
train dreams
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steppenwolf
loleeta
>tfw no snek family
Not even kidding why live
No
pls
Thus spoke Zarathustra.
Storm of Steel
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In the Aeroplane Over The Sea
The Diary of Anne Frank
Murakami
Or should I say MuraCOMFY
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the odyssey by homer
Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
The Man Who Was Thursday
Really want a rec for this pic please
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Monster Girl Quest :^)
Also
>TFW no tiny lamia waifu
Feels bad desu
Pic related
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Rise of the West
Atlas - William T. Vollmann
A Sunday at the Pool in Kigali - Gil Courtemanche
short stories by Shinichi Hoshi
Beowulf
BotNS
My Diary Desu - user
Reading Lolita in Tehran
The Wind up Bird Chronicle
The History of Austrian Basements v.III
War Before Civilization - Lawrence Keeley
The Kindly Ones - Littel
The Wide Sargasso Sea
L'Enfer - Henri Barbusse
Day of the Locust
I know this girl, what the hell are you doing?
>tfw first reply and I get 0 recommendations
Burning Chrome.
Huh. Burning Chrome too.
The Savage Detectives.
100 Years of Solitude.
The latin american magical realists were much more into loli fucking than Nabokov himself. Even the women - The House of the Spirits, written by a woman (though really, so inspired it 100 Years of Solitude it feels like plagiarism) has a loli spying on some guy practicing necrophilia on her sister's fresh corpse at the end of the FIRST chapter.
Anyway, fuck year Unteralterbach.
My Twisted World Desu.
1984.
這いよれ! ニャル子さん
Hasn't been translated though, so time to drink some beer and do dem fucking reps.
Min Kamp
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Ada, or Ardour.
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Childhood's End
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>mistranslating 働いたら負け
It's pretty much literally "If you [were to] work, you [would] lose".
jisho.org
jisho.org
So if we're recommending shit translations... no, wait. I know. Japanese to english exaggerations. Kwaidan by Lafcadio Hearn.
Gate - Jietai Kare no Chi nite, Kaku Tatakeri
Chink to english translation here:
skythewood.blogspot.com
1Q84.
You posted those on purpose expecting to get this recommendation, didn't you?
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Excellent taste
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Snow Crash
Othello
the Cask of Amontyallo or however you spell it
A Contract with God
Tokyo Ghost
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Futuristic Violence and Fancy Suits
Source?
What is this?
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I think a great translation for it would be "you work, you lose", especially for a shirt.
If you're the one that dated her and described her as crazy and with daddy issues, it's your own fault for posting her. If you're not that guy, apparently everyone knows her.
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Cucked, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Trump
Does anyone know any books that have the same sense of incredibly vague supernatural fantasy as some manga and anime? Stuff like Kotonoba Drive, Mu Shi Shi, Pun Pun, Makoto Shinkai works, Ghibli stuff, etc etc. Kotonoba, Pun Pun, and Shinkai stuff like Five Centimeters Per Second and The Place Promised in Our Early Days are the best examples in my opinion.
The supernatural/fantasy is more obvious in some of these, but that's not quiet right and its hard to explain. I've felt it myself but never really seen it expressed in literature, mostly only in anime/manga.
Its sort of a vague existential feeling, where the world is normal and you know it is, but you have the most tiny feeling there's something more, something you can't quiet articulate, like a second layer to the world. It seems to be mixed with melancholy a lot. Not outright supernatural but out of the ordinary. Its like a fog over your reality or something.
Does anyone get what I'm saying or do I sound retarded?
'The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch - Philip K. Dick