I donât know why I would recommend it to be honest. The other two classics I would recommend from my heart would be The Catcher and the Rye or 100 Years of Solitude. Issue is that Rye is like the first âincelcoreâ book and I legit didnât understand anything from Solitude but it was a ride. When I did read Catch-22 over the summer in high school, I just tried to get it done because I have a shitty brain that functions on porn and video games, but after I was done reading it, I tried living my life with the thought that everything was illogical, which worked for the most part, until I started to lose my mental health. so idk, itâs like a crack pipe, terrible for those who canât control it, great for those who can.
Longtime lover of J.D. Salinger here, but this, his most famous book, which I read years ago, was never my favorite of his work. But last week I checked it out from the library and found it to be an absolute delight. Funny, irreverent, acerbic, and sweet â a snapshot of the icy angst hiding beneath glossy 1950s America. (Oh, and The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath is another essential read from the same sensibility.)
recommending this book to people is largely impossible so I'm grateful to have this platform lol Vulture called it "the first great incel novel" but it's more than that. It's about shame and avoidance in the internet age and the extremes we reach when we suppress our desires. I was thinking about this book for weeks afterwards and it really fucked me up
(in a good way)
I read it for a class and it connected with me to some degree. i think I liked it more because I had read it after reading âOrdinary Lightâ by Tracy K Smith, which sucked ass. The reason why it sucked ass is because every other line, Smith is either talking about God or going into the microfibers of details on a simple thing. She will write about how she got a boo-boo on her toe and how it re-shaped her life as a whole and then somehow relating back to God. Like, bitch please, when I got an injury when I was 8 I was wondering why i hadnât broken my bone. Burroughs keeps the simple simple and uses pop-culture and media to describe things and it makes sense. When I see a friend make a piece of art, I wouldnât say something of the lines, âthose lines strike and shine across the paper like birds in the horizonâ no bitch I would be saying, âhey its better than what Zun can draw and also if you want to make money, rule 34 is the place!â also Burroughs doesnât shy away from showing the ugly sides of himself, he steals money and manipulates a 34 year old man to fuck his 13 year old self. Shits crazy and not close to my life, but itâs more relatable somehow.
I read it for a class and it connected with me to some degree. i think I liked it more because I had read it after reading âOrdinary Lightâ by Tracy K Smith, which sucked ass. The reason why it sucked ass is because every other line, Smith is either talking about God or going into the microfibers of details on a simple thing. She will write about how she got a boo-boo on her toe and how it re-shaped her life as a whole and then somehow relating back to God. Like, bitch please, when I got an injury when I was 8 I was wondering why i hadnât broken my bone. Burroughs keeps the simple simple and uses pop-culture and media to describe things and it makes sense. When I see a friend make a piece of art, I wouldnât say something of the lines, âthose lines strike and shine across the paper like birds in the horizonâ no bitch I would be saying, âhey its better than what Zun can draw and also if you want to make money, rule 34 is the place!â also Burroughs doesnât shy away from showing the ugly sides of himself, he steals money and manipulates a 34 year old man to fuck his 13 year old self. Shits crazy and not close to my life, but itâs more relatable somehow.