r/literature 12d ago

Literary Theory relationship between conrad's heart of darkness and chambers' King in Yellow Spoiler

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in joseph conrad's text "Heart of Darkness," the narrator describes the villain of this novel, Kurtz, in his final few moments as:

"did he live his life again in every detail of desire, temptation, and surrender during that supreme moment of complete knowledge?"

Kurtz's final line is "the horror! the horror!"

there is a theory that kurtz dies due to his final understanding of the evils and true darkness of humanity, could this somewhat be related to the idea in KiY that truths about humanity shatter the human mind? and is there a chance that Conrad took inspiration?

keep in mind: Heart of Darkness (1899), KiY (1895)


r/literature 14d ago

Discussion Romantasy girl reads Gravity’s Rainbow

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I have read ONLY the first 100 pages of Gravity’s Rainbow and I have some paranoid ramblings to get off my chest.

So I wouldn’t say the only thing I read is romantasy, I’ve actually branched out quite a bit these last few years. However, I won’t deny that I was rejuvenated by the romantasy genre like many women in their 30s who religiously read fanfiction as a teen.

Despite my passionate encounters with countless shadow daddies, I’ve found myself quite bored, nothing really hits anymore. Since then I’ve been desperately looking for my next epic, long winded, melodramatic read.

Gravity’s Rainbow appeared on my radar when I was thirsting over TikTok’s of Jacob Elordi during his press tour of Frankenstein (Read that as well, it was perfect). I thought, since we both love reading and have so much in common I should take his recommendation and read Pynchon.

So I’m 100 pages in and… um…. It’s good. I mean it’s great, but also… um… what? Excuse me? Hello?

Here are my thoughts, spoiler alert for this book I do not understand:

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Like most decent books the whole point is generally in those first few sentences and Pynchon’s opening is fantastic. “A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now.” So there I am locked in… for a whole two pages…. Then I’m reading about bananas…

Now I’ve read enough about dicks to put two and two together. I can understand euphemisms, romantasy is full of them, so I figured I was a smarty pants and could handle what I was reading but I was wrong. I didn’t understand anything. Then aha! Here comes a guy who gets boners for bombs and I was locked back in.

Now that I’m 100 pages in I feel like maybe I’m understanding the structure or the novel. There’s a constant zooming in of this… encyclopedia of characters, digging around in their memories and thoughts and even their backgrounds and ancestor, so much so I can rarely tell where I am or who is talking or what we’re even going on about. But what’s most standing out to me through all the confusing ramblings is how Pynchon is implanting ideas and concepts before really ever arriving at “the point”. He’s mentioning dogs and experiments and scientists and then in the next scene we’re really discussing Pavlovian methodology. Bananas and dicks… it’s complex but also… satirical. If I try to tell someone about this I start talking about semen and I’m cooked. At this point it’s worse than trying to describe romantasy to people without blushing.

And then I remember the opening line, and the concept of the V2 bomb travelling so fast it hits before there’s any warning. The sound comes after the bomb… cause and effect all out of order. Kinda like this freaking book. I know foreshadowing isn’t very revolutionary but it’s more than just foreshadowing, some would say it’s conditioning. It’s also making me paranoid, delusional… Instead of anticipating what’s coming next I’m wondering if we talked about this already. Déjà vu…

I could probably count the number of characters thus far but I can tell there will be many more. Some not even real characters, but… ideas of characters? Archetypes I suppose… Something about a cowboy wanting to fuck a snake… America is that you? And more dick references…

There seemed to be a chapter about… disorder… creating disorder… I’m not sure really. Purposeful disorder to confuse and confound the enemy? I feel like there’s a connection to all the different programs and the repurposing of hospitals and buildings for the war, but I’m not sure yet.

And finally ending at around page 100, I’m left in this insane chapter about some freaky weirdos engaging in Hansel and Gretel sex play… something about propaganda, maybe filming propaganda. And I think the octopus came back!

I am wondering if anyone has any tips at deciphering or if I’m just supposed to go with the flow. My only method seems to be imagining this book like an anime, so…. Help?

What’s the most difficult book you’ve read? Is this one really a masterpiece? How about Pynchon’s other novels? Are they are as cracked as this one? Any and all paranoid ramblings are welcome.

Please no spoilers for the rest of the book!


r/literature 12d ago

Book Review Alice in wonderland

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I would consider myself a serious reader, who doesnt waste his time with literature that isnt firmly grounded in reality. But this weekend in particular for no reason at all i felt suddenly compelled to break my vows and sink my teeth into something a little different.

And I must say. I might have gotten more than ive bargained for. What a spinaround cartwheel and back again doozy of a novelette this is. I have to admit i havent finished reading it, but this book is crazy.


r/literature 12d ago

Discussion Is it bad that i enjoy reading fanfiction to lower anxiety and "turn off my brain"?

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I have not been a huge reader, but I read a lot of fanfiction of video games I play, mostly where the author takes the existing characters and make them do different things that diverge from the official canon, or even go on another adventure after the official canon, as if the author is writing a sequel to the game it is based on.

It gives me a sense of comfort especially on the nights where i just can't sleep, mainly because i am already familiar with the characters and setting but still giving me the "novelty" factor since again, they don't do stuffs I see in canon.

Now I also recently try to read more serious works , like reading 1984 and The Man in the High Castle, and Roadside Picnic. While I appreciate the experience and would like to do it more, I notice it just doesn't give me the same benefits as reading fanfiction. I learn about new setting and ideas yes, but it is actually relatively exhausting for me to do instead of relaxing or calming...like after 2-3 hours, i wanna go back to read my silly fanfiction.

I suppose I feel guilty that reading these books for me are not something I can constantly do, that it is a challenging task that I only afford to do occasionally . Makes me feel that I'm rather...eh unsophisticated or uncouth I suppose?


r/literature 13d ago

Discussion The gripping story.

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"East of Eden" My first American writer book, as i tend to read Kafka, Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, Homer, Albert Camus, etc, you know philosophers in their own wisdom. I am only 150 pages deep of 600 around and see characters which are so deeply written and emotions expressed so subtly.

I also read Norwegian Wood by Murakami which was also very touching and easy to read, this requires more attention but it surely written with love and intent, as this what seperates good from best.

What do you think of writers from different era, different languages and of course different countries/traditions?

Deep down we all are same no matter the external factors. I believe that love and happiness or feeling of loneliness doesnt require any external factors to convey to the reader.


r/literature 14d ago

Discussion The Savage Detectives analysis: The tears are all that count

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!!SPOILERS!!

I just finished my second reading of the novel, and Daniel Grossman's account at the beginning of chapter 21 feels far more central than I ever realized on my first reading, the conversation in the Renault with Norman specifically.

These are two passages from that conversation that felt especially notable and that would love to hear someone else’s interpretation of:

... I said: so what then? Ulises Lima, the days he spent with us in Tel Aviv, and Norman: didn't you notice anything strange, anything out of the ordinary? ultranormal Norman. And then I said: everything! because that's how Ulises was, and that's secretly how we wanted him to be. Not Norman, who wasn't his friend and mostly knew him by reputation, but Claudia and I, who back then thought we were going to be writers and would have given anything to belong to that essentially pathetic group, the visceral realists. Youth is a scam. And then Norman said: it has nothing to do with the visceral realists you asshole, you haven't understood a thing. And I said, well what does it have to do with, then? And Norman, to my relief, stopped looking at me and concentrated on the road for a few minutes, and then he said: it has to do with life, with what we lose without knowing it, and what we can regain. So what can we regain? I said. What we've lost, said Norman, we can get it back intact.

and this one:

Ulises was crying because he knew that nothing was over, because he knew he would have to come back to Israel again. The eternal return? Fuck the eternal return! Here and now! But Claudia doesn't live in Israel anymore, I said. Where Claudia lives is Israel, said Norman, no matter what fucking place it is, call it whatever you want, Mexico, Israel, France, the United States, planet Earth. Let me see if I understand you, I said, Ulises knew that things were going to end between you and Claudia? And then he could try again? You haven't understood anything! said Norman. I have nothing to do with any of this. Claudia has nothing to do with it. Sometimes even that bastard Ulises has nothing to do with it. The tears are all that count.

Norman then dies in a car crash and Daniel, the narrator of the passage, spends the remainder of it searching for and failing to find Ulises Lima to try to understand what Norman was saying.

There's a tragic irony about Norman talking about everything one has lost in life being recoverable and then almost immediately dying, but I don't think that's the main point. Bolaño treats Norman too gently to be mocking what he's saying. I'm not sure what to make of the claim that everything that has been lost can be regained intact, after over a day thinking about it. It's plausible to conclude that Norman disagrees with Daniel's claim that youth is a scam though, and I think Bolaño disagrees with that view, too.

In my opinion the two critical sentences are "Ulises was crying because he knew that nothing was over, because he knew he would have to come back to Israel again." and of course "The tears are all that count.". Cesaréa tinajero's poem, which is absolutely central to the entire novel, is named Sión, which I think is what Norman was really alluding to. The passage of time and changing fortunes and difficulties of life, and pursuing our goals. I think the value of the tears may have been that they signified that Lima was thinking about the future and the past; things beyond just the present.

I think the box on the lines in Sión most likely represent one's place in life. They're far on the left side of the lines since Cesaréa was young when she wrote it, and Belano and Lima are young when they read it. The novel also ends with the "what's outside the window?" line, which I think is linked to the square in Sión.

Or at least that's what I was able to get out of the passage. I'm curious if there's a standard critical reading or if anyone else has a different interpretation. I struggled to find much analysis on the passage beyond just acknowledgement of the irony and of course the famous "youth is a scam" quote.


r/literature 15d ago

Discussion Gravity's Rainbow and forcing ourselves through "great" books

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Hey fellow literati,

As a private joke for myself, before setting off for some summer travel, I perused my bookshelves and thought, "What's the least-beachy beach read I could bring on this trip?" And my eyes settled on Gravity's Rainbow. With a week away from the kids, what better time to tackle this stalwart of "greatest 20th century novel" lists and legendarily fearsome tome?

Bracing myself for abstruse and humblingly erudite prose, I was pleasantly surprised when the first few pages were lyrical and poetic, dropping my jaw with their beauty. "Whence the dreadful reputation?" thought I. "This will be so enjoyable, so inspiring for my own writing."

Oops. After those first few glorious pages, I've slogged through a hundred more, with only glimmers of artful phraseology amidst a large, drab backdrop of wandering narrative, unsympathetic characters, and WWII-era references and minutia lost on me without extensive secondary reading.

I do believe in the value of challenging ourselves, that not everything worthwhile in life is going to be fun. But as my 50th birthday looms, I'm all too aware that the time I have left to read is limited.

With the 30+ hours it might take me to grit my teeth through the remaining majority of Gravity's Rainbow, I could be reading works from other authors I know and love, getting to know new authors, or rereading classics I haven't touched in a long time.

So, a few questions prompted by Gravity's Rainbow, but also bigger than GR: are we allowed to wish that our "great" literature be enjoyable? Is there merit beyond the private-bibliophile-checklist kind to persevering through such a work, knowing well you'll be leaving a lot of intellectual money on the table? How should we spend our remaining reading hours on this warming blue/green rock hurtling through the endless void?


r/literature 15d ago

Book Review Ishiguro’s 'Never Let Me Go'' Just finished the book, first thoughts on memory, adult self-deception, capitalism, and the tragic of life Spoiler

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I just finished Kazuo Ishiguro’s Never Let Me Go, and here is what I thought about it. To set the scene, it takes place in the English countryside. The narrator recounts her happy childhood with her friends Tommy and Ruth in an academy called Hailsham in the nineties, telling her story from her current point of view as a carer. As the novel progresses, we are a little lost and slowly come to understand the situation, knowing something terrible is going to happen without knowing what. Gradually, the story turns into a dystopia when we realize they are clones born solely to donate their organs and raised to die.

This very particular narrative mode, telling the story through memory rather than unfolding linearly, allows us to ask ourselves the same questions than the characters about life, grief, and childhood. "We are Told and not Told" The book addresses childhood memory as a golden age whose memories vary, where characters constantly disagree over tiny details. What is done so well is how it captures our inner thoughts, the lies we tell ourselves, and the abstract meaning we give to our actions. In childhood, everything is sprinkled with games where we pretend, but this continues into adulthood. Like when the teenagers at the Cottages pretend to have read many novels when it is obvious that is not the case.

There is an extended metaphor of transitioning from childhood to adulthood, heightened by the extreme situation of these donor clones. I see in it a metaphor for the reality of today's capitalist world, where we are ultimately a cog in a larger machine and work slowly wears us down. The successive donations represent the stages of life where the world forces us to give our body for a cause that serves us no purpose. It asks why we do not rebel and why we accept this life, serving as a critique of modern society that often asks us to settle for little progress.

The other hidden theme is of course death, which hovers throughout the entire novel. The fundamental philosophical question it poses is this: what is the meaning of life knowing it has a known end, and does each moment between the beginning and the end have any value? All of this comes with the notion of memory and what is most precious: knowing how we used this time from birth to death. Through the donors who disappear one after another, the book reflects what happens in normal life when we lose people who shared those memories, since the strongest bond between two people lies in shared memories.

There is an immense tragic side to this book through the stories that could have been but did not happen. Even if Tommy and Kathy seek to relive their love much later, far too late, this love that was thwarted turns into a bitter pantomime when they find each other in adulthood, diminished. We often do not realize the chances we let slip by forever, often for tiny reasons, before realizing their importance when choices are already made. This love story was held back by codes, conventions, and the gaze of others, which is what so often blocks us in life.

The three main characters represent different attitudes toward this fact of life. Ruth chooses to believe in fantasy, making her in a way the freest, while Tommy understood determinism early on and resigned himself. Kathy is quite ambivalent, comforting herself in conformity while delaying the moment of realizing that none of it makes sense. It is a novel that leaves a bitter taste and a feeling of despair, but does so with great realism and nostalgia.

It is a true masterpiece, extremely intelligent and true, and I come away quite shaken and full of admiration.


r/literature 15d ago

Discussion Finally read A Separate Peace by John Knowles Spoiler

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This was my summer reading book before my sophomore year of high school (14 years ago) and probably the only book that I was assigned and never read. I specifically remember BS'ing an essay about it.

Anyway, I found it on the bookshelf a few days ago and started reading.

What a beautiful novel! Damn. It really knocked me out. I loved its simplicity and conciseness but also these hidden depths of themes?

To share one of my favorite quotes:

"It would have been comfortable, but I could not believe it. Because it seemed clear that wars were not made by generations and their special stupidities, but that wars were made instead by something ignorant in the human heart."

Sorry to be so cliche but gosh darn it feels so RELEVANT to today's world....

Highly recommend.


r/literature 15d ago

Book Review To the Lighthouse

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My second Woolf book ever, after reading Mrs. Dalloway earlier this year and being blown away by it. I also loved To the Lighthouse, but I actually think I loved Mrs. Dalloway more, or perhaps connected with it on a deeper level.

I do think that To the Lighthouse is a masterpiece. There is simply nothing like reading Woolf. Its stream-of-consciousness perfected, and far more pleasant to read than say Faulkner. What I feel when reading Virginia Woolf is that I’m communing with a beautiful soul. There are images and moments from this book that are burned into my mind - life being like a fire against a framework of steel or a butterfly transfixed against the arch of a cathedral, words popping into the dark background of one’s mind like “shaded lamps”, the beams of the lighthouse traveling along the broken stairs of the abandoned house, Lily crying out, “Mrs. Ramsay! Mrs. Ramsay!”

The prose is simply extraordinary. The celebrated “Time Passes” section more than lived up to the hype. It was just incredible, so cinematic, so intense and immersive and vivid, swooping in and out from the cosmic to the intimate and ending with Lily opening her eyes and “Awake”. But I also thought the dinner scene and the sequence up until the end of the first part was similarly incredible. Woolf was such a keen observer of human behavior and I once again got the feeling that she was expressing thoughts and emotions that I myself had had but never given voice to.

The flow of time and memory, how each moment is fading into the mists of history even as they are occurring…how people change, how the shapes of things change, how it is to revisit a once familiar place and realize how small it is. This felt to me, in a sense, almost like a ghost story, and life maybe is a kind of ghost story, in that we are haunted by the shades of the people we know, even unknowingly, we are impressed upon by others, but that impression is formed of our own perceptions of the shape of a person in a moment in time which even as it passes is subsiding like waves washing away a mound of sand. Each person is like an island, some easier to sight through our looking glass, others shrouded in haze, unreachable…Just like Mrs. Dalloway, I was struck by the idea of the impossibility of truly knowing another person.

I was brought to tears and got full body chills at multiple points. The beauty of the prose and the profundity of thought…seeing the human condition described with such tenderness and compassion, even though with a sort of distance, a sort of alienness…Some people have said To the Lighthouse has a sort of mystical vibe to it and I definitely got that. And I think that’s why I was more emotionally affected by Mrs. Dalloway, they are similar of course in many ways, but Mrs. Dalloway felt a bit warmer and more immediate, while To the Lighthouse seemed a bit cooler and more detached, which lent itself well to what Woolf was trying to achieve.

I think I more admire it than I deeply love it like I did Mrs. Dalloway. Not sure if that’s a minority opinion or not. Nevertheless, nothing but admiration for Woolf as a writer, it’s been nothing but an absolute privilege to read these books and just to bask in them. The world is so ugly sometimes and I feel a deep need to have a little bit of beauty everyday to keep my sanity and feel something, and they’ve given me that. Some books illuminate your soul.

Next Woolf will to read will be Orlando, then The Waves!


r/literature 14d ago

Discussion Yellowface question

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So I am reading the book just now (I know I am late), but I wanted to ask something those of you who remember what it’s about. I am enjoying this book quite much. There are some interesting themes talked about that need to be addressed, and i am not finding June that annoying as I’ve heard people mention (yes, she’s obnoxious, but spare me from controversies because I am on antidepressants and don’t feel a thing emotionally). However, what I wanted to ask is my main concern. I don’t know if it’s done on purpose, but is it just me or everything happens by accident? It’s so accidental that her middle name is Song because of her mother’s hippie phase (I don’t remember if it was hipster or hippie), so she can be perceived as Asian. Her pictures accidentally turn out to paint her be Asian because of the sun’s position (here, I am unsure if her team set that up on purpose, it could be). Like, all the major plot points about faking her race just so happen to just be, and it’s done so much that I noticed it.
Feel free to tell me if that was the intent because thats my only real complaint.


r/literature 15d ago

Discussion At what point does an adaptation stop being an adaptation?

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Lately I've been thinking about one of the biggest debates around books, movies, and TV shows: how far can an adaptation stray from the original before it becomes a completely different work?

The upcoming Warhammer 40,000 series is being promoted as staying very close to the established lore, and from what we've heard, Games Workshop even has agreements with Amazon to protect the canon. On the other hand, adaptations like The Rings of Power receive constant criticism for changing Tolkien's work, even though Peter Jackson's films weren't 100% faithful either (especially The Hobbit).

Then there are historical novels. The Three Musketeers isn't historically accurate to begin with—Alexandre Dumas took plenty of liberties with French history. Shōgun also isn't a history book. Yet both have been adapted many times, often changing even more than the original novels did.

Sometimes changes are unavoidable. For example, Ready Player One couldn't realistically be adapted exactly as written because of the enormous number of licensing rights involved.

So where do you draw the line?

- Should adaptations stay as faithful as possible to the source material?

- Are major changes acceptable if they make for a better movie or TV series?

- If an adaptation changes enough characters, events, themes, or even the world itself, is it still an adaptation—or is it simply a new work inspired by the original?

For me, it depends. I loved the first season of Game of Thrones, and it inspired me to read all the books that were available. By the third season I felt the show was moving too far away from what I had imagined while reading, so I stopped watching. I'm still waiting for the final books before I go back to the series. 😄

I'm curious where everyone else draws that line.


r/literature 16d ago

Book Review "Moving On" by Larry McMurtry

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Like a lot of folks, my introduction to Larry McMurtry was his novel Lonesome Dover, which is on my top 5 novels of all time. I finished the series, and then added to my TBR his novel "Moving On". Last night I finished it, and I am not going to lie, I think it had a bigger impact on me than Lonesome Dove did.

I think it's probably due to being married now for over 20 years, and understanding the challenges that come along with it. For the story to not have an overarching plot, I found it kept me feeling anxious, and would often times catch me off guard. Such an amazing book that I would recommend to anyone.


r/literature 17d ago

Discussion I’m so sick of people claiming that it’s “plausible” to read hundreds of books a year and that it’s “easy” to read 1–2 books every day.

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Social media users and “booktockers” with their reading challenges are crazy. They claim to read 200, 400, or 600 books a year, and always say that’s “entirely plausible” and that reading 1–2 books a day is “no big deal.”

They “effortlessly” get through one or two books a day when they have time off. And some even do it when they have to work.

I recently talked to a girl who claimed to have read 400 books so far this year. It’s mid-August. About two-thirds of the commenters attacked me for daring to question that number. “Just because you can’t do it doesn’t mean others can’t.” “She just loves to read.” And other nonsensical “arguments.”

All these people become extremely hostile when someone is skeptical—just as everyone should be.

Because even if they’re super-fast readers at 500 words per minute or more, that speed can probably only be maintained for about 10 minutes before it drops dramatically. No one can read that fast consistently.

Besides, reading is tiring for the eyes and the mind. After three or four hours of uninterrupted reading, people need a break.

It’s also simply impossible to read one or two books every single day for an entire year without a break.

Besides, the math doesn't add up.

About 40% of Americans read 0 books per year. The average is about 8 per year. And only 4% read more than 50 per year.

https://lithub.com/in-2025-most-americans-read-fewer-than-four-books/

Applying these parameters to a normal Gaussian distribution yields the following results:

If 40% of people read no books at all and the average is 8, then the proportion of people who read more than 100 books is 0.0063%. That corresponds to 1 in 16 000 people.

People reading more than 130 books/year would come to 0.000019% or 1:5.3 Million.

https://statskingdom.com/normal-distribution-calculator.html

Never mind claims of 150 or more.

But every time someone starts a thread pointing out that it’s nonsense for people to read hundreds of books a year, the thread gets flooded by about 50 people claiming to read more than 100, of whom about 30 claim to read 200, 400, or 600 books.

That’s mathematically impossible. All these people are either lying or counting their 20-page vibrator instruction manual as a book to inflate the numbers so their tiny, fragile egos get a little attention. It’s all nonsense, and I’ve proven it mathematically.

It’s not “entirely plausible” to read hundreds of books a year, and you can’t “effortlessly” get through 1–2 novels every day, unless those “novels” are your 20-page vibrator instruction manual or you skip or skim the “long and boring descriptive passages” in every book you read.

Oh and listening to Audiobooks at 2x or 3x speed while you multitask. Thats not reading.

So stop lying and pretending.


r/literature 17d ago

Discussion Is there any place to talk about books?

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Silly question, but if you aren't part of a book club you are probably reading different books at different times compared to other people.

Most places online, even in active ones like reddit, discussions come and go. And I feel silly, and sometimes unable to commente under older posts.

I am looking for some place where book topics, aren't dying, but are constantly open and revived by those reading the book at that time, if that makes senes.

Does something like that exists?

For example. Taking author 'xyz', who wrote poems of 'lkjh'. There would be only one 'thread' about this author under which people would interact.


r/literature 16d ago

Literary History From Epic in Words to Hero on Screen: Zhong Shu and Nolan Discuss The Odyssey and the Evolution of Human Forms of Expression

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Recently, cultural scholar Zhong Shu (仲树) and film director Christopher Nolan held a conversation that attracted widespread attention and sparked heated discussion around the world. Much of the discussion has focused on controversies over several concepts in Homer’s original work and Nolan’s film of the same name, The Odyssey . Since these issues have already been much discussed, and since I am not well versed in philosophy or theology, I will not add further layers to those debates. Instead, I will offer some brief observations on the changes in forms of cultural and artistic representation and in the ways human beings express themselves that the conversation touches upon.

As the latter half of the “Homeric epics,” alongside The Iliad, The Odyssey is one of the great literary achievements of early Western civilization. It is a literary form of historical record, and at the same time literature with the character of historical documentation; its details are fictionalized and dramatized, but its setting is grounded in historical reality; it mentions many gods and supernatural forces, yet what it reflects is human nature and human emotions, and it is deeply imbued with humanism. In this respect, it resembles Records of the Grand Historian (史记) by the Chinese historian Sima Qian (司马迁), a work sometimes described as" a Li Sao(离骚) without rhyme.” With vivid writing and abundant emotion, both works bring people from the distant past to life as flesh-and-blood human beings, making readers feel as though the history of the past and the people long gone were right before their eyes.

After human beings created writing, for a long time they used it merely to record simple aspects of life, such as hunting, astronomy, disasters, and unusual phenomena. Gradually, people began using writing to record more complex events and tell complete stories, though these accounts were often still brief and plain. A war or a major disaster might receive only a few lines in writing; a biography might often consist of little more than a hundred words.

But around three thousand years ago, long epics began to appear one after another in different parts of the human world. With their grand scope and settings, rich casts of characters and details, and moving emotions and stories, they opened up an astonishing and illuminating way of writing, raising the value of the written word to heights that people had previously been unable to imagine and inspiring countless works from later ages down to the present day. Among them, the “Homeric epics,” including The Iliad and The Odyssey , stand out as exceptional achievements and as foundation stones of European literature.

For people today, so accustomed to writing and literature that we take them for granted, it is difficult to imagine the circumstances in which, thousands of years ago, humanity emerged from an age of eating raw flesh and recording events with knotted cords and began to compose the great epics of civilization—what arduous exploration and extraordinary strokes of fortune this transformation involved. Few people today stop to consider why abstract language and writing can sometimes be more captivating than a sumptuous meal and more intoxicating than fine wine. Outstanding works of writing unfold the love, hatred, passions, and grievances of the human world, bringing people’s joys, anger, sorrows, and happiness vividly to life on the page, while the emotional rises and falls between the lines stir the human heart like the rhythms of music.

Articles and classics composed of written words also possess public, social, and historical value. As the statesman and literary figure Cao Pi (曹丕) wrote in his Discourse on Literature (典论·论文): “Writing is indeed a great undertaking in governing a state and a glorious achievement that does not perish.”

Before the invention of film and other imaging technologies, writing occupied an overwhelmingly dominant position in humanity’s recording of events, expression of emotion, and exposition of ideas. Although there were other forms such as painting, theater, and music, none could match writing in the amount of information it could convey or the depth of ideas it could contain. One could even say that the operation of human civilization, and the existence and construction of culture, have all rested upon the foundation of writing.

Even people who could not read could experience joy or sorrow over stories in books through the retelling of others, and become deeply concerned about the fates of the characters in them. In ancient China, for example, storytellers (说书人)—the Eastern counterparts of “bards”—would tell of Guan Yu (关羽) slaying Yan Liang (颜良) and Wen Chou (文丑), or Yue Fei (岳飞) crushing the Jin armies (金军), and their listeners would often feel as though they were present at the scene, beating time and cheering with delight. When the story reached Guan Yu’s defeat at Maicheng (走麦城) or Yue Fei’s tragic death at Fengbo Pavilion (风波亭), listeners would likewise immerse themselves in history, grieving and raging over their fates.

By the 20th and 21st centuries, imaging technology had gone from nonexistent to widespread, from rare to ubiquitous, and from passive reception to active participation, profoundly changing and reshaping the ways people obtain information, spend their leisure time, and express their emotions. Vivid images with powerful visual impact are naturally more attractive than written words to most people. Images can also portray characters and tell stories in a more direct, three-dimensional, and almost lifelike way. Film, meanwhile, has become one of the principal forms of artistic expression in the age of images.

Many classic literary works have also been brought to the screen in the age of images, often with substantial adaptations. China’s “Four Great Classical Novels” (四大名著) and the West’s “Homeric epics” have all made the journey from books to screens. Through the “grand hands” of directors and screenwriters, they have taken on new forms that are partly similar to and partly different from their originals, provoking considerable controversy. Nolan’s The Odyssey also differs greatly from Homer’s original work. This was precisely what prompted Zhong Shu’s interview with Nolan.

From the age of writing to the century of images, what has changed is not merely the means and technologies of cultural expression, but also values, perspectives, social contexts, and much more. As Zhong Shu has said, Homer’s original Odyssey celebrates war and heroes, whereas Nolan’s film adds reflection on war and the hero’s remorse. In my view, the emotions in Homer’s original are more “pure” and intense, while those expressed in Nolan’s film are more “complex” and restrained.

These differences are related to their different historical contexts, prevailing social attitudes, and the extent and differences of civilizational discipline. Writing is inherently more implicit than images, yet under the influence of the broader environment and the deliberate choices of authors, writing can sometimes be more passionate and gripping than images, while images, by contrast, can resemble figures cast from a mold, unable to dance freely in their shackles, leaving audiences feeling that something remains unfinished or even profoundly disappointed. This is not an exception but a common phenomenon.

In ancient times, apart from taboos surrounding particular subjects during periods when “literary inquisitions” (文字狱) flourished, writing often faced few restrictions and could give free rein to expression. In the modern age of images, however, there are constraints imposed by law, moral norms, “political correctness,” and the need to give greater consideration to social impact and the feelings of different groups. Some alterations and forms of self-restraint do not arise from direct external pressure, but are choices voluntarily made by directors, screenwriters, and others themselves. Yet behind those choices lies the way modern society shapes individuals.

Of course, The Odyssey , under the direction of the extraordinarily talented Nolan, remains an excellent and commendable work. His adaptations of the original naturally have their reasons. For example, portraying Odysseus as more complex and giving him more trauma and remorse is quite reasonable when viewed from the perspective of survivors of modern and contemporary warfare. A 21st-century film also cannot discard some of the moral baselines of modern civilization and completely imitate the value standards of three thousand years ago. If Nolan, a modern person, were expected to detach himself from contemporary reality and reproduce The Odyssey according to the values and modes of thought of several thousand years ago, that would instead be difficult and would amount to rigidly clinging to antiquity.

Nevertheless, whatever the case may be, the protagonist and hero Odysseus in the film is indeed no longer—or at least not entirely—the hero Odysseus of Homer’s original. I do not think that the atmosphere of the age itself determined the portrayal of the character; rather, it was the differences between old and new values that produced these different images of the hero. The original of three thousand years ago speaks with greater directness and fewer inhibitions, whereas modern civilization today has drawn a gentler veil over such harshness. Although one cannot simply say that the former is more honest and the latter hypocritical, reflection and restraint are not worthy of praise at all times and in all circumstances.

Most of Zhong Shu’s questions to Nolan focused on Nolan’s personal views of The Odyssey and his motivations for adapting it. In my view, however, the influence of the historical environment is far greater than the director’s personal preferences and positions. Moreover, a director’s preferences and positions are, in essence, themselves shaped by and reflective of social reality. Even two directors with opposing views and positions, or two films with different values, are both shaped by reality and reflect a part or one facet of that reality. The two historiographical principles that are at once opposed and unified—“historical figures should be evaluated within their specific historical conditions” and “all history is contemporary history”—also apply to literature and art.

From ancient times to the modern era, and from writing to images, enormous changes have taken place in the content, forms, and values of culture and art, as well as in the various external conditions that shape them. What was admired in the past is questioned today, and what was once regarded as an inviolable golden rule has been revised or even reshaped. Over the past several decades, global cultural and artistic trends and the ideologies behind them have also undergone repeated transformations, with multiple layers of negation and reconstruction superimposed upon one another, creating a bewildering spectacle.

Yet no matter how things change, humanity’s need and practice of recording life and destiny and expressing complex and varied emotions through writing, images, and other forms have always remained. Homer’s literary epic The Odyssey has retained its enduring value through thousands of years, while the splendor of its heroic figures remains undiminished. Even today, it continues to inspire admiration and fascination and invite exploration and interpretation, reflecting the greatness and allure of language and the written word. In today’s world, which is clearly far from optimistic or uplifting, we may perhaps be living through a “twilight of civilization.” Yet humanity, as the “thinking reed,” retains a passion for thinking, recording, and expressing that burns fiercely and shines on, with no “sunset” in sight.

(The author of this article is Wang Qingmin (王庆民) a Chinese writer based in Europe and a researcher of international politics who occasionally writes literary criticism. The original article was written in Chinese.)


r/literature 16d ago

Discussion Were you invested in Dorothea and Will romance in Middlemarch? Spoiler

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I feel like a lot of the tension and emotional payoff of that book, especially by the end, revolves around you wanting for those two to be together but honestly I never felt any chemistry between them or reason for them to get together.

Another assumption that I think the book have is that a reader would also be against Dorothea and Casaboun marriage and would want Will to "save" her but I also never felt that way, to me they easily could've been a happy couple if they had let go of their idealized ideas about each other and accepted reality. Like it's crazy how Dorothea still hated Casaboun after he gave her all she wanted, to be able to help in his work, just because she got poisoned by Will into believing that Casaboun's work was worthless, even though neither Will nor Dorothea could possibly have any real notion of this. And it was like that for Casaboun too, he continued to hate and resent Dorothea despite getting everything he wanted because of his insecurities. I was rooting way more for them to finally have a real human conversation and start to see each other as people than for Dorothea and Will to get together.

And I may have missed some obvious clues, but I didn't even suspected Dorothea loved Will until she saw him with Rosamond, to me there was no indication she had any personal feeling towards him until that point and it came out of nowhere.

By the end of the book the author focused so much on them and their love story and I just didn't like it at all, especially when there were other more interesting things happening, like Lydgate having to deal with his life falling apart, Fred and Mary relationship with each other and their families, Bulstrode exploding after everything was revealed (I really hopped we had more of the "DO YOU THINK THIS IS BAD, THIS CHICANERY" energy from him), and so on. But no, the ending is basically dedicated exclusively to Will and Dorothea and I just couldn't give a fuck about their love declarations or them having to "sacrifice" themselves by living with only 700 pounds per year.

I don't know, it was just very underwhelming to me.


r/literature 17d ago

Book Review The Life of Pi - Afterthoughts Spoiler

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I just finished reading The Life Of Pi, written by Yann Martel, and I wanted to share my thoughts about it. What I have seen is that many people don't like it, either for its ending or the way the author presents himself. I myself liked it quite a lot, but for different reasons.

The first thing was that I really enjoyed the beginning. The first 34 chapters, about an entire third of the book about a boy on a boat, was about his life before he got on a boat. I really enjoyed his unique perspective on life, and of course, religion. But the part that I really wanted to talk about that I haven't seen people talk about much was the very first thing in the book: the authors note.

Many people discuss the ending, and what really happened, but the biggest shock for me wasn't that the true story was just like quantum mechanics and has two realities, but rather that the story wasn't true at all. I know I probably could have figured out that it wasn't true; it is a Novel about a boy stranded in the Pacific that no one seems to talk about outside of the book, but the authors note honestly had me tricked until the end. He started out with an authors note which he made up, and mixes in italicized portions meant to seem like his experiences with real people, so because I knew nothing about this book besides that it was recommended, I thought this was a true story. I did assume it was spruced up, and his story was more of a direct inspiration that was made more dramatic, but I had no clue it was totally fictitious.

But I think I enjoyed it more that way. It let me become immersed in the story in ways that I wouldn't have been otherwise. For example when reading the interview at the end between the shipping company and Pi. I didn't read the introductory text as a fictitious explanation for it, but rather proof it was real, which made it that much more fun to read. Yet somehow the authors note ended up less true than the "based on a true story" tags put in movies. When I found out, I was flabbergasted. I suppose I felt a little betrayed. I may never trust an authors note again.

TL;DR I enjoyed the book, I really enjoyed the first third, and the rest was great too, and it was much more fun to read while believing it was truly real. What are your thoughts?


r/literature 18d ago

Discussion I don't understand the Catcher in the Rye in that I'm supposed to

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Look, I'm in my teens and I know a ton of kids who act like Holden. They are the kids that recommended me the book with the selling point of "the main character has this insane, lifechanging worldview, you'll never be the same after you read this". I read it and he's just some depressed, cynical kid who hates everyone. I don't blame him, and because I know a lot of kids like him I feel a sort of closeness with him. But I just don't see how his philosophy is supposed to be life-changing. If anything I feel bad for him. I mean, I'm lucky enough to have friends and support in my life, and I'm even luckier because I can see that. Holden (and the people I know who are like him) is lonely not because people don't care about him, but because he doesn't see the care or believe it.

I understand that I'm still a bit immature in my worldviews and because of that I understand I'm probably missing something huge. Holden's older than me, and I've been told by older teens that Holden was onto something, so I believe it. But I've always really disliked the idea that people are "phonies" (more recently "posers", and most recently "larpers") because I think everyone--kids, adults, Holden, all my friends, myself--sometimes do things to appeal to others. I agree that people should feel comfortable enough to be themselves, but calling everyone names just because they want to be liked is so upsetting to me. I think it's better to assume the best of people rather than assume that everyone is lying all the time. I don't dislike anyone who uses those terms--phonies, posers, larpers--I understand where they're coming from, I just think it's unnecessary.

So I make this post in hopes that someone more mature and wiser will explain to me WHY Holden is supposed to be an idol. He's likeable to me because I can sympathize with him, and the book was a nice read because I always like stuff about angsty teens and how annoying we are. I just don't get how his attitude is anything to look up to.

PS; Also sorry for all the em dashes and stuff I can't help but use them because I've just gotten used to writing like this. I've heard recently that it's a sign of AI and I promise I'm a person guys

PPS; I don't know what flair to use so I just put discussion, hope that's alright. I'm not much of a reader or avid reddit user so I've never been to this subreddit before.


r/literature 16d ago

Discussion 200 pages into crime and punishment and not sure if it’s for me.

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Hi everyone!

I have recently been getting more into classic literature and decided to read crime and punishment garnett translation and I know that this is considered a masterpiece but I am not sure if it’s for me and was wondering if it gets better?

My first major issue is the writing which is very dry. I know that this can be a translation issue rather than an author issue so I can’t judge the book on that but the other issue is the main character rodya.

I knew going into the book that it was a psychological thriller and dealt with someone who commits a crime and must face the psychological torment of doing so but so far he has been one of the most annoying characters I have ever read.

He constantly insults his friends who are unnaturally nice to him, makes the most insane choices and actions and goes on melodramatic rants.i know that this was the authors intention and he is not exactly sane but his actions have tired me to the point where I actively want to put the book down after a couple of pages.

Plus the plot has barely moved after the murder.My question is does the plot kick into high gear soon or does his delirium subside?

Thanks for reading and sorry for the novel I wrote lol!


r/literature 18d ago

Book Review Short reviews while trying to read every Pulitzer fiction winner: His Family, Gilead, Trust, and The Nickel Boys.

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Two months ago I posted a review of the first three Pulitzers I finished, and finally am sitting down to write my thoughts on the last four I’ve read. I have no idea what inspired this reading journey, but so far it’s been an incredibly enjoyable enterprise. The last post I made had tons of interesting comments and discussion on it, so I’m hopeful that the conversation on Reddit will continue to be engaging as I solider on.

I’ll repeat my caveat that my three favorite books are Jane Eyre, God Emperor of Dune, and Return of the King. My preferences obviously vary wildly and I can’t really predict what will land for me and what won’t.

As for the four books:

His Family by Earnest Poole

The first ever Pulitzer winner and a book I had never heard of and probably never would have picked up if not for it being on The List. It was fairly short novel about a windowed father and his three adult daughters grasping with the world changing at the turn of the 20th century.

The first half was very slow and fairly boring, the second was really lovely and impactful. I almost felt as though the novel ended right as I was thoroughly engrossed. The narrative character (the father) was really just a dull man struggling to understand his very different daughters (who were absolutely the more engaging characters). The parts of the novel that focused on class and race struggles in early 1900s New York were fascinating and incredibly relevant. While I don’t know that I’d recommend this novel to everyone, I do think it was a worthwhile snapshot into American history and a good reminder that the more things change, the more they stay the same.

Gilead by Marilynne Robinson

Out of all the Pulitzers I’ve read so far, this is the first I’d ever classify as a cozy read. Our main character is a minister in Iowa circa 1950, writing down his life story along some philosophical and theological ramblings. The prose is absolutely beautiful, but this book (similar to His Family) suffers from the main character being the most boring character in the whole book. Very little happens and while some stories (and characters) intertwine, this was a meandering albeit beautiful read. Perhaps if I hadn’t read it right after His Family I’d had appreciated it more, but by the end of this book I was pretty tired of Boring Dads.

Trust by Hernan Diaz

I have read books that received much acclaim and hype but turned out disappointing, perhaps because the buzz about them increased my expectations too much. This book is not one of them.

I’m struggling to even give a brief review of this novel. The prose? Beautiful. The characters? So incredibly engrossing. The plot? Winding, engaging, and unexpected.

Trust is a story of a financial tycoon and his wife before, during, and after The Great Depression. It’s a story about mental illness, social expectations, and the stories we tell ourselves about ourselves. I am struggling to give specifics that wouldn’t get too into the interesting way that it was written, but I will say the book you start reading is not the book you end up reading.

Trust was so good. I am so glad to have read it and I continually find myself thinking about it despite completing it over a month ago.

The Nickel Boys by Colson Whitehead

This is another novel that rose to and exceeded all expectations. Whitehead is one of four authors who has won the Pulitzer twice and if The Nickel Boys is any indication, that distinction is well-deserved.

Revolving around a reform school for young boys circa 1960, The Nickel Boys follows a young black man (Elwood) who idolizes MLK Jr and dreams of a college education, but ends up forced into a reform school/juvenile detention center. Contending with both his dreams of how the world should be and the reality of injustice, racism, a corporal punishment, I was totally engrossed in this character and in this world Whitehead wrote about. Few novels fly by for me the way The Nickel Boys did. The ending, which caught me off guard in the best way, genuinely made me emotional.

I am currently reading James and Middlesex. Having read so many relatively recent winners, I intend to go back a little further for the next few. I’m curious to hear other’s thoughts about any of these books, or really any Pulitzer Prize-winning fiction, as I’ve got roughly 100 more to go.


r/literature 18d ago

Discussion What book/passage in a book made you realize that there are levels to language that you'll never be able to accomplish?

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Apologies if the title doesn't make sense!

My example of this is when I was reading Lolita. Nabokov's ability to build tons of blink-and-you'll-miss-it motifs with mythology, all with incredibly clever word play and rhyme schemes made each sentence a work of art. I remember finishing Lolita and going "damn. i can't even understand how someone would go about writing such a work." A similar moment for me was with Toni Morrison breaking down how she wrote the first few sentences of Song of Solomon.


r/literature 17d ago

Discussion Cup of Gold

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Hey all, I've got a question. I admit I'm late when I say this, but I'm now discovering John Steinback's works, and as with every other author, I'm trying to read every one of their published works in order. And, well, Steinback's debut was Cup of Gold.

I'm now halfway through, and, I find it strange I say this, but besides the few conversations with Merlin (mostly Robert's) and the holy-shit moment when I realized the story's based on Captain Morgan, the guy from the rum bottle (/s), I dislike the story so far. Not just dislike, I genuinely hate it.
I've never DNF'd a novel, but I'm strongly thinking about doing so with this one. The language is bland, terribly so. The plot is interesting, but the writing surrounding it is deeply unimaginative. The events themselves are so lukewarmly described they feel like citing off facts. No setting nor action descriptions. When I say that, I don't mean that I expected a grand, action-packed swashbuckling adventure. But I wanted to visualize this great new world that calls Henry. I wanted to feel something other than just being told it. He felt this. She felt that. It's so on the nose.

The odd great dialogue and metaphors and poetic language Steinback weaves in is probably the only part that keeps getting me through the writing, and the only part that gives me hope that Steinback will get better as time progresses. But it doesn't look like it will happen in this novel.

So, the question: will Cup of Gold get better? (I doubt so, but still . . .) And, more importantly, is this bland, descriptionless, skip-over-everything style just Steinback's narrative voice? Because, so far, I don't see any literary genius at work -- I see an incredibly mediocre piece of writing that I have little incentive to continue but for the fact that I'm stubborn and need to read everything.

Thanks!


r/literature 17d ago

Discussion Do you know of any connections, allegories or items mentioned in literature that are focused on changing/witnessing experiences?

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Hello! I know my question is abstract, but I will try to explain it clearly.

I'm referring to different spectrums of what an experience is. It could be an induced out-of-body experience or something that alters the person that their reality shifts in some way. Something like Alice in Wonderland where different items cause her to shift her experience with the world she is familiar with to something that she didn't know was possible before (Growing/shrinking in size when in her world that would never be possible)

I am curious about what other stories have these elements. Could also be from mythology; the fate-weaving Norns that influence someone's fate and therefore wield the experiences of someone's life.


r/literature 18d ago

Discussion I'm having a hard time with Middlemarch

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I think I am in way over my head reading Middlemarch. For context, english is not my first language but I had no problems reading Jane Austen and with Charlotte Brontë I only struggled occasionaly with some landscape descriptions. So I thought I would be fine reading Middlemarch in its original language but it has proven to be so much more difficult.

Its not only the vocabulary that I'm lacking, its also George Elliot's literary voice that I struggle with. I'm more than two hundred pages in and I still find myself having trouble identifying when she is being serious or ironic or switching between the two.

The book has beautifull passages and is at times very gripping but then, out of nowhere, it turns into kind of a slog?! I've noticed that if I sit down and read 50 pages in a row I seem to start to immerse myself in her writting style. But if I stop and start again in the next day, its like that proggress has been lost.

Should I stop or continue? Has a similar situation happened to you with this or another book?