Literary Pepe

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What you don't like an endless stream of autobiographies written by women who were only published because they had a foreign sounding name?

Brett Easton Ellis is still kicking

Thomas Pynchon and Don DeLillo are the last of the old guard. Now, given how the publishing industry gatekeeps new writers and how the media refuses to cover books that don't focus on and take certain positions regarding social justice and identity politics, it is doubtful we will see more titans of this nature.

pretty much no unfortunately

Cobalt Red was good. IDK if that guys american but he went to Africa to investigate Cobalt mining.

I've been reading Jon Ronson books, he's not like a "good writer" like Hemingway or whatever.

But he would probably appeal to people on this site because he writes about dumb shit (internet shaming campaigns, ICP, he also was the one who wrote The Men Who Stare at Goats.)

*also as I mentioned, Cormac did release two books in the last few years. The Passenger and Stella Maris. They're companion novels.

Delicious tacos is pretty bussin

Long live the ccp

WHITNEY RYAN!

Vollmann is probably the only non-ancient great American writer currently.

George Saunders is decent.

Bernard Cornwell

Laird Barron

the black: The good book says he who lives by the sword dies by the sword

the Judge: What right man would have it any other way

“You can find meanness in the least of creatures, but when God made man the devil was at his elbow. A creature that can do anything. Make a machine. And a machine to make the machine. And evil that can run itself a thousand years, no need to tend it.”

It makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures. As well ask

men what they think of stone. War was always here. Before man was, war waited for

him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. That is the way it was and

will be. That way and not some other way.

Mr. Suttree it is our understanding that at curfew rightly decreed by law and in that hour wherein night draws to its proper close and the new day commences and contrary to conduct befitting a person of your station you betook yourself to various low places within the shire of McAnally and there did squander several ensuing years in the company of thieves, derelicts, miscreants, pariahs, pols, spalpeens, curmudgeons, clotpolls, murderers, gamblers, bawds, whores, trulls, brigands, topers, tosspots, sots and archsots, lobpeepees, smellsmocks, runagates, rakes, and other assorted and felonious debauchees.

I was drunk, cried Suttree.

I reread Blood Meridian recently. He's such a good writer

Both The Road and No Country feel like soft sequels to Blood Meridian. Anton Chigurh is a less fantastic and more grounded version of the judge, a man who wishes to be a demon rather than is one. The Road is kinder, there is no badass and the novel is carried by emotional investment in the protagonists.

I like All the Pretty Horses

Suttree, then the Border Trilogy

All the Pretty Horses is probably his most readable and accessible book. Decent movie with Matt Damon and Penelope Cruz too

No Country for Old Men and The Road. Neither are particularly fun books but they're beautifully written like all the rest.

Dude was 89 and finished two big novels right before croaking out. I'd be happy if I'm half as sharp as the man when I'm old.

Frick and right when your old home shut down so we can't see the unjerk.

You lack SOVL