Anonymous
7/1/2025, 9:57:59 PM No.24512334
what are some books that you really really want people to read?
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Anonymous
7/1/2025, 10:57:29 PM No.24512471
>>24512334 (OP)
The Lightning and the Sun by Savitri Devi.
The Lightning and the Sun by Savitri Devi.
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Anonymous
7/1/2025, 11:10:42 PM No.24512513
>>24512507
please tell me, I geniunly want to know
please tell me, I geniunly want to know
Anonymous
7/2/2025, 12:14:35 AM No.24512700
Anonymous
7/2/2025, 8:45:46 AM No.24513642
>>24512334 (OP)
The Blazing World
The Blazing World
Anonymous
7/2/2025, 12:59:42 PM No.24513998
the collected works of Willa Cather. she's so clear sighted and her prose is so direct. here stories don't usually have overt lessons to them, only depict life as it is, life a map with no destination marked. you come away with a feeling that you have learned much about people.
>There was one person in the world who felt sorry for Claude that night. Gladys Farmer sat at her bedroom window for a long while, watching the stars and thinking about what she had seen plainly enough that afternoon. She had liked Enid ever since they were little girls,—and knew all there was to know about her. Claude would become one of those dead people that moved about the streets of Frankfort; everything that was Claude would perish, and the shell of him would come and go and eat and sleep for fifty years. Gladys had taught the children of many such dead men. She had worked out a misty philosophy for herself, full of strong convictions and confused figures. She believed that all things which might make the world beautiful—love and kindness, leisure and art—were shut up in prison, and that successful men like Bayliss Wheeler held the keys. The generous ones, who would let these things out to make people happy, were somehow weak, and could not break the bars. Even her own little life was squeezed into an unnatural shape by the domination of people like Bayliss. She had not dared, for instance, to go to Omaha that spring for the three performances of the Chicago Opera Company. Such an extravagance would have aroused a corrective spirit in all her friends, and in the schoolboard as well; they would probably have decided not to give her the little increase in salary she counted upon having next year.
from "One of Ours". a bit bleaker than most of her writing, but can you deny that such people exist, and in such situations?
>There was one person in the world who felt sorry for Claude that night. Gladys Farmer sat at her bedroom window for a long while, watching the stars and thinking about what she had seen plainly enough that afternoon. She had liked Enid ever since they were little girls,—and knew all there was to know about her. Claude would become one of those dead people that moved about the streets of Frankfort; everything that was Claude would perish, and the shell of him would come and go and eat and sleep for fifty years. Gladys had taught the children of many such dead men. She had worked out a misty philosophy for herself, full of strong convictions and confused figures. She believed that all things which might make the world beautiful—love and kindness, leisure and art—were shut up in prison, and that successful men like Bayliss Wheeler held the keys. The generous ones, who would let these things out to make people happy, were somehow weak, and could not break the bars. Even her own little life was squeezed into an unnatural shape by the domination of people like Bayliss. She had not dared, for instance, to go to Omaha that spring for the three performances of the Chicago Opera Company. Such an extravagance would have aroused a corrective spirit in all her friends, and in the schoolboard as well; they would probably have decided not to give her the little increase in salary she counted upon having next year.
from "One of Ours". a bit bleaker than most of her writing, but can you deny that such people exist, and in such situations?