Thread 24465400

they wrote what they knew

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>>24465400 (OP)
I loved how in Hunger he goes to the pawn shop to sell his coat buttons and gets laughed out.

I unironically love this genre. Can you recommend me some more "literally me" incel books?

>>24465502
my diary desu

>>24465401
Hamsun was a Chad thoughever

>>24465502
Same desu senpai

>>24465618
what a weak ass image...
and OP, too.
Once could easily just change "his" to "her"?
and put romance bullshit novel covers.

>>24465633
You fell for the ragebait.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Mwf6hW-aB4

>>24465400 (OP)
Anyone else have a distaste for women who look like this? Every woman I've known with this kind of style is a sneering bitch

>>24465618
you always see "red flag" lists.
always women or lefties making and sharing them.
red flag books, red flag movies.
I once saw someone ask...
what would green flag movies (or books) be?
*no answers*
when too much energy goes into all the many things you don't like or approve of,
and you're incapable of quickly discussing what you like and approve of?
it becomes clear to even luke warm IQs,
that its nonsense and a circle jerk.
when you run across these people IRL?
the ones that are hyper-critical of this, that, the other.
thy by and large?
tend to be bitter, angry. hyper-critical of everything and everyone,
regardless of if its even realistic critiques.
They go to work, go home and plop in front of the TV. The big night out? Going to stuff their face.
I'd feel more sorry for them as a lot?
except they make everyone else's life miserable, too.

>>24465654
you want them to look like bellhops?

>>24465400 (OP)
Raskolnikov was a black triad chad who pulled a virtuous woman despite murdering and spending half the book lying in bed

>>24465400 (OP)
she's pretty.
that tattoo look like a tramp stamp for her mind though.

>>24465400 (OP)
>think about how i'm like a character in a houellebecq book
>remember that most of his protagonists are actually successful and distinguished in intellectual or creative careers
>mfw i'm literally below a houellebecq character

>>24465400 (OP)
dripping in gold like an ottoman slave merchant is an ick for me ngl

>>24465400 (OP)
Shaped like a Savinio

>>24465465
i liked this part
>Seeing a police officer up the street, I quickened my pace, went right up to him, and said, without a shadow of a pretext, "It's ten o'clock."
>"No, it's two," he answered, surprised.
>"No, it's ten," I said. "It's ten o'clock." And groaning with anger, I took another couple of steps forward, clenched my fist and said, "Listen, you know what -- it's ten o'clock."

>>24466017
You gotta remember it was a different time, even if it only is 20 - 30 years ago. You're a product of this generation the same way Wellbeck was a product of gen-x. Career progression is largely a thing of the past in most countries, opportunities aren't as abundant despite all the so called development we've experienced. So write about this generation with the same insight as Wellbeck did with his, anon.

>>24465618
>bottom left

>>24466064
>t. poor

>>24465618
literally what's wrong with Meursault other than being autistic? He's not bitter or jaded or malicious like some of the others on there.

>>24465660
you seem to gorge yourself on a steady diet of very flat and one sided humanity

>>24466854
Generationally obsessed retards are just as annoying as culture warriors. How does it feel being soulless drone?

>>24465660
>regardless of if its even realistic critiques.
This is key. Usually they are just extremely ignorant due to their daily routine which you mention later in your post. They do not know what can be expected of actual human beings, including her or himself.

>>24468191
>receive a genuine suggestion, posted in good faith
>complain
A froward person who is unwilling to learn or understand.

>>24465400 (OP)
Was Alyosha or Myshkin really an incel?

Bump

>>24469964
He's talking about the Underground man, anon

>>24465660
> what would green flag movies (or books) be?
>*no answers*
My hobby is looking at threads on rebbit where someone /tries/ to talk green flags and it’s either the most asinine drivel like “has good hygiene” (i.e. these bitches self report fucking men with shitstains who don’t wash their ass, proving hygiene was never a criteria, nor of course is it a problem for 99% of those seeking advice). Or, one of them tries to say “reads left wing books” or “votes <left party in country>” or other sweeping political demands only to be undone by the women can’t understand per capita rule as some bitch will start to talk about the lefty creeps she knows about thus proving there are no green flags.
The end result is always that the green flags are meaningless or that the attempt to plant one is thwarted by some other woman complaining.
Meaning there are none.
Just the mystical power of women’s intuition. The same intuition that leads them to the man with shitstained underwear who beats them.
Something something incels!

>>24465400 (OP)
You got a problem with "incels" or something?

>>24468182
>being so detached that you murder a man because the sun is bright
He's the most monstrous of any of them. Bitterness and malice are at least human emotions.

>>24465400 (OP)
If you are alluding to Dostoevsky’s worst novels, then, indeed, I dislike intensely The Brothers Karamazov and the ghastly Crime and Punishment rigamarole. No, I do not object to soul-searching and self-revelation, but in those books the soul, and the sins, and the sentimentality, and the journalese, hardly warrant the tedious and muddled search. Dostoyevsky’s lack of taste, his monotonous dealings with persons suffering with pre-Freudian complexes, the way he has of wallowing in the tragic misadventures of human dignity – all this is difficult to admire. I do not like this trick his characters have of ”sinning their way to Jesus” or, as a Russian author, Ivan Bunin, put it more bluntly, ”spilling Jesus all over the place." Crime and Punishment’s plot did not seem as incredibly banal in 1866 when the book was written as it does now when noble prostitutes are apt to be received a little cynically by experienced readers. Dostoyevsky never really got over the influence which the European mystery novel and the sentimental novel made upon him. The sentimental influence implied that kind of conflict he liked—placing virtuous people in pathetic situations and then extracting from these situations the last ounce of pathos. Non-Russian readers do not realize two things: that not all Russians love Dostoevsky as much as Americans do, and that most of those Russians who do, venerate him as a mystic and not as an artist. He was a prophet, a claptrap journalist and a slapdash comedian. I admit that some of his scenes, some of his tremendous farcical rows are extraordinarily amusing. But his sensitive murderers and soulful prostitutes are not to be endured for one moment—by this reader anyway. Dostoyevsky seems to have been chosen by the destiny of Russian letters to become Russia’s greatest playwright, but he took the wrong turning and wrote novels.