Thread 24668494

Best novels with such a protagonist, besides the Tartar Steppe,

I'm reading Serotonin right now, that fits

>>24668494 (OP)
I knew you'd shit up the catalog. Go back to sucking dicks in your shitbox.

>>24668494 (OP)
I still can't wrap muy head around what Hesse tried to convey besides setting me terribly, physically in panic. And all to crush Harry even further. What was the point of it all?
He was a puzzling novelist to be sure.

Prophet Jonah, known as Yunus in the Koran. He ignores his divine mission and runs away from his holy duties, is swallowed up into darkness, before returning to his mission and successfully bringing faith to a hundred thousand or more.

Opposing shores

I went from 18 to 29 just waiting for nuclear armageddon to occur, just waiting for something to happen but nothing ever did, years of living as a NEET burying my head in the sands posting here every day and staving off the ever growing sense of panic that was developing within me
Now I'm finally working but I'm a bizarre and strange person after years of complete isolation
Love these lines
>It was me, waiting for me
>Hoping for something more
>Me, seeing me this time
>Hoping for something else

>>24668673
Is Oblomov's age specified in the book?
I remember reading it with a 30yr old in mind but he looks 50 here.

>>24668494 (OP)
>The figure at the end of the pier had not moved. For a long moment the young man stood half way down the bank, gazing at the bay furrowed with the coming and going of sailboats, yacht-launches, fishing-craft and the trailing black coal-barges hauled by noisy tugs. The lady in the summer-house seemed to be held by the same sight. Beyond the grey bastions of Fort Adams a long-drawn sunset was splintering up into a thousand fires, and the radiance caught the sail of a catboat as it beat out through the channel between the Lime Rock and the shore. Archer, as he watched, remembered the scene in the Shaughraun, and Montague lifting Ada Dyas's ribbon to his lips without her knowing that he was in the room.
>"She doesn't know—she hasn't guessed. Shouldn't I know if she came up behind me, I wonder?" he mused; and suddenly he said to himself: "If she doesn't turn before that sail crosses the Lime Rock light I'll go back."
>The boat was gliding out on the receding tide. It slid before the Lime Rock, blotted out Ida Lewis's little house, and passed across the turret in which the light was hung. Archer waited till a wide space of water sparkled between the last reef of the island and the stern of the boat; but still the figure in the summer-house did not move.
>He turned and walked up the hill.

This is a good story
http://maupassant.free.fr/textes/garcon.html
Maybe try translating it with chatgpt or something if you can't read French, idk

>>24668706
damn deep, I guess theres no point in me waiting for nuclear destruction of the human race either

>>24668498
meds

Blood Meridian

Bump

Isn't that Hamlet?

Not finished with it yet, but i think death and the dervish might fit well