>The best was the time she had to fuck the dean of literature from the federal university of São Paulo to get published
Moar?
>qrd
Brazil was never a literary powerhouse. Our "father of the letters" is Machado de Assis, a notorious plagiary that created the Academia Brasileira de Letras under heavy patronage (proper word is mecenato, think about what George Harrison did to Monty Python's Life of Brian, but instead of sponsoring a genius comedy troupe in a dire hour D. Pedro the Second just give a wheelbarrow full of money to one of his friends that was reasonably educated by the time's standards) of the Crown when we're still a monarchy". Every "famous" author is some kind of another of "friends of the king" because Brazil was functionally analphabet deep into the 90's, rendering publishing as a business model completely ineffective. The only way you would get published is by having "friends" (think Don Corleone's friends, I make you a favor, I'll ask you a favor, we're friends) on the public service, or being related to them somehow.
Knowing all this, how do you think that high-cheekboned graduating in brazilian literature would get published writing about middle-class women emotional breakdowns and delusions of grandeur? It is indeed a very popular trope in any kind of art welfare you need to make a favor to someone to get accepted, and getting her train run in by some high-tier bureaucrat is highly plausible. One might say expected.
>and getting her train run in by some high-tier bureaucrat is highly plausible
...
And that's what you have for me?
Vague illations?
Also, I misread it as highly PLEASURABLE, the first time. lol
Her hubby was a diplomat, we know it.
Nothing new. That the world's history. The higher classes all know each other. It doesn't color me surprised by now.
>Vague illations?
Of course. Brazilian famous writers deserve it. They're all shit.
you are retarded
>you are retarded
Thanks, you too
>created the Academia Brasileira de Letras under heavy patronage (proper word is mecenato
What do you have against Maecenate?
I fully endorse it. I think we give money to things we value. And the artist, as a worker, should be able to live with dignity from his trade, ideally. And there's nothing wrong with it.
If you're one of those practical men, there's no use talking to you, since I wish death upon the practical man.
But I don't think the artist must be necessarily a desperado either.
Although interesting things can come out of naïve art, I recognise.
My point, I guess, I that putting art as a secondary thing, not serious enough to pursue as a job, is reducing its dignity, and devaluating its place in society.
Is forgetting that art can be a valuable tool for its people, even as a way of them recognising and thinking themselves as a distinctive group (sometimes is the sole way).
Even indian leaders could understand the value of art. The contemporary man, seemly, don't.
>What do you have against Maecenate?
Besides of it being fallible and the king to support a literary hack because he's his friend? Hey, a man can dream, right? You can find one for yourself too
Consider the following: Machado de Assis is contemporaneous to Nietszche. In Germany, they were wrestling god and pursuing better morals. Meanwhile, the most famous piece of Assis is Dom Casmurro, a long diatribe about a man trying to find out if he was cucked by his best friend or not.
2 weeks ago
Anonymous
>Of course. Brazilian famous writers deserve it. They're all shit.
What do you like, anon?
>Besides of it being fallible and the king to support a literary hack because he's his friend?
Do you really think think-tanks and/or the stablishment don't support and push literary hacks who are their friends?
Do you think the system of mass appeal is preferable?
You cited Nietszche, but do you honestly think something truly good can come out of the common ground of the rabble?
Nietszche's buddy, Wagner, was supported by the royalty. What you're on about?
We wouldn't have many fine things if we asked the opinion of the common man.
Even the commies recognize the pressing need of a vanguart. I rest my case.
2 weeks ago
Anonymous
I will apologize beforehand, this is a long diatribe riddled with digressions and it's all over the place.
>What do you like, anon?
I'm yet to figure that one out. I like to point out hypocrisy.
>Do you think the system of mass appeal is preferable
Oh, certainly not. The point I made was about a thing in my country that became sistematically prevalent throughout the decades, this being, if you're not a government crony you're not getting rich, and if you do, some friend of the government will come to demand bribes or close you up. This being the main tragedy of my sad-tropics country. Did you know Brazil have shale too? Knowing how you exploit shale in the US, can you wonder why shale will NEVER be explored in Brazil? I'll elaborate: In the US, the economic process goes like that: you open some demand and private interests pursue its implementations. Years later, some investment fund buys it, after it's developed, everyone is paid, the original owner is retiring, everyone is happy. That's what's happened to shale in the US in the last 20 years, thousands of private endeavours tried to exploit it until it was getting more and more centralized, AFTER people figured out how the tech of exploiting shale works. In Brazil, just Petrobrás is allowed to exploit it. Petrobrás is riddled by partisanship because it's a public enterprise, and suffers heavily from "brain drain syndrome", meaning whomever is actually smart and ingenious go to Europe and the US to be paid well, while the rest gets to work at Petrobrás. They'll never explore shale in Brazil with such a rigged, failed system that exists to serve party leaders interests instead of actual industrialization and development
>What you're on about?
That it's good when it works, and not good when it doesn't work. Whatever we got with the emperor's sponsorship was horny bullshit. Whatever we get from art welfare is partisan drivel. There's no escape when the client isn't the public.
Brazil's literary movement don't work because the motivations are all fucked up, the client isn't the public but the public servant agents that distribute art welfare, and still need another 500 years to have any literary importance. Consider this: some Assassin's Creed fluff piece spent 2 years on number 1 sales from a brazilian bookstore. There was only ONE brazilian author, Paulo Coelho, that have any prevalence as a literary character at all because he was sucessfull in Europe, all the rest being corporate-marketed pieces from the caliber of "perks of being a wallflower" or "diary of a chump" bullshit.
Talking about Paulo Coelho, he's despised by brazilian academia. Can you guess why?
My point is, I have difficulties on finding something with actual soul from your "vanguard", mainly because everything have so much effort to be tailored to serve distraction entertainment or activism, you can obviously see the ideal of the literary work being about enligthening the populace being more and more dead.
2 weeks ago
Anonymous
A única obra brasileira boa é "Os Brasileidas" escrito por Carlos Alberto Nunes. Infelizmente, este não foi muito reconhecido por essa obra, mas sim pelas suas traduções.
2 weeks ago
Anonymous
Isso é questionável. O meu problema com o movimento literário brasileiro é, pra você ser reconhecido como escritor você precisa ter "amigos" no governo, e com "amigos" eu quero dizer entrar ou fazer parte da máfia de tráfico de influência no serviço público. Eu disse também que o país era efetivamente analfabeto funcional até os altos da década de 90, e quando a gente chegou a ter uma base de consumo literário nos anos 2000 em diante não só a gente não tinha uma base de produção literária relevante ou que gerasse interesse espontâneo no público, como o que prencheu a lacuna da demanda foi literatura de entretenimento marketeado por corporações estrangeiras. Nem me fale em trova e poesia, é tudo ruim demais, tem horas que eu tenho vontade de descobrir o endereço do autor e ir lá perguntar, "que merda é essa? você gastou dinheiro público pra publicar isso?"
2 weeks ago
Anonymous
>Os Brasileidas
Pica relatada. Imagina a opinião do autor de um poema épico sobre o desbravamento do Brasil se ele estivesse vivo pra presenciar o estado atual da política nacional e a posição que estamos no mundo quando sobre industrialização e desenvolvimento
2 weeks ago
Anonymous
Eu fiz o upload da obra na z-Library. Ela também está no Scribd.
The best one is Epitaph of a small winner and go fuck yourself for not realizing its true importance. Seu vira-lata imundo.
2 weeks ago
Anonymous
Eu não preciso ler literatura de amigo-do-rei com o tanto de literatura que existe no mundo. Ou você vai dizer que o Chico Buarque é um gênio porque ele escreveu um livro marromenos com um ouroboros no final
2 weeks ago
Anonymous
>Ou você vai dizer que o Chico Buarque é um gênio porque ele escreveu um livro marromenos com um ouroboros no final
Chico Buarque is not Chico Buarque because of his books just like Bob Dylan is not Bob Dylan because of his Romances.
2 weeks ago
Anonymous
The point I was trying to make was, I've heard so many times about that one Buarque's book as if he's a literary genius too, and when I went to read it it was just another situation chronicle with a cheap trick in the end, where the last sentence is also the first and some context that makes it feel like you could start it again and it's context-consistent. I don't even remember the name of the book, as forgettable as it is, and I wouldn't get to read it if I hadn't it shilled by people that in the end I found out never reads.
>created the Academia Brasileira de Letras under heavy patronage (proper word is mecenato
What do you have against Maecenate?
I fully endorse it. I think we give money to things we value. And the artist, as a worker, should be able to live with dignity from his trade, ideally. And there's nothing wrong with it.
If you're one of those practical men, there's no use talking to you, since I wish death upon the practical man.
But I don't think the artist must be necessarily a desperado either.
Although interesting things can come out of naïve art, I recognise.
My point, I guess, I that putting art as a secondary thing, not serious enough to pursue as a job, is reducing its dignity, and devaluating its place in society.
Is forgetting that art can be a valuable tool for its people, even as a way of them recognising and thinking themselves as a distinctive group (sometimes is the sole way).
Even indian leaders could understand the value of art. The contemporary man, seemly, don't.
She WAS wedded to a diplomat. Maybe he sucked cock of the dean. We'll never know. What I do know, is there's no way for someone to be published then without joining the friends list, and since we can only wonder what favor she owed who because of it, I go for the most plausible for women.
2 weeks ago
Anonymous
Like anon said previously, if your stuff is good and politically correct enough you will get published straight out of poverty, straight out of nowhere. Look at Torto Arado. The guy was nobody and was published with fanfare. Then again his work is good. There is a page when he turns some vague friendship between the girl and a boy in a sexual relationship that leads to a lifelong marriage. And the author does it sensibly and believably. In a single page. Get gud and you will get published in Brazil.
>Picked up her complete short stories. What's best?
Read "The Smallest Woman In The World"
Tell me what does it mean.
Another interesting one, for discussion, would be "The Egg and the Chicken".
I really DEFY the exegetes of lit/ from giving me a coerent explanation of this last story.
I don't know jackshit of semiotics granted, so maybe that's on me for not 'getting it'.
Anyway, that could be cool.
It was a story oft recounted, yet one that had never before been given the proper flourish and finery befitting such a tale of sullied silk and speckled cotton. Our heroine, Clarice Lispector, at 30 yrs of age, possessed an indescribable quality that set her apart from the rest of the world. It was a quality that was at once elusive and undeniable, like the scent of a rare flower carried on a Brazilian breeze.
And yet, it was not Clarice's ethereal beauty nor her otherworldly presence that was the subject of this tale, but rather a simple pair of knickers. A beige silk and cotton undergarment, a thing of beauty in its own right, that routinely, one might say famously, if ever it should be seen, was adorned with a Jackson Pollock-esque speckled gusset, lending it an unforgettable air of avant gardism.
But alas, fate has a way of intervening in even the most mundane of matters, and so it was that after a night of raucous revelry, Clarice returned home to her solitude and promptly passed out. Upon awakening, she found that her beloved knickers had borne the brunt of her mental and physical incontinence, leaving them stained beyond repair. In a fit of rage and shame she lobbed the soiled undergarment out of her kitchen window and watched as they plumped moistly down into the empty lot below.
Little did she know, however, that destiny had other plans for her tarnished treasure. A young rogue came upon them by sheer nocturnal chance, and sensing the mystery and intrigue surrounding the stained knickers, immediately claimed them as his own. And so, with all the stealth and cunning of a seasoned burglar, he spirited away the coveted trophy to his humble abode, where he lived with his single mother.
For hours on end, the youth pored over the knickers, obsessively attempting to sniff out their every secret. It seemed as though the universe had conspired to bring these two unlikely beings together in a spirited dance equal parts passion and absence.
And so it was that this particular article of feminine attire, imbued with the creative spark of Clarice's Jackson Pollock-esque imprimatur, became the object of the youth's unfettered interest.
For it was not just the knickers themselves that captured the youth's imagination, but the very essence of Clarice, distilled and concentrated in every thread and fiber. One that inspired a recurring ritual that burned through billions of ghostly teenage-generated vermicules, a veritable flood that rained down over a period of months, until the knickers themselves seemed to truly take on a life of their own.
If they had been flesh and blood, they might have answered the youth's every question with a sigh or a murmur, giving voice to the pregnant promise of an awesome new beginning, seeded by his obsessive ardor. So it was that the universe, in its infinite wisdom, conspired to bring these two unlikely souls together. As Clarice said: It is because I dive into the abyss that I begin to love the abyss I am made of.
This is a page from Torto Arado, published in 2019. At this point, the main girl protagonist has a vague, distant knowledge of this boy Severo. Then picrel page comes.
In this single page, the author plausibly, sensibly, nonchalantly describes precisely how, when and why they ended up getting closer, having sex and bearing child.
Before this page, the MC and Severo barely knew each other. At the end of this single page, they are in love, raising a child. A single page.
There is also Geovani Martins. This one came straight out of the favela and had very little schooling after being alphabetized. His short stories were published in 2018, "O Sol na Cabeça". I scarcely remember most of the stories, but the first one, "Rolézim", is pure fucking genius. It was later published by Companhia das Letras. This man was a literal fast food attendant in Rio de Janeiro. Git gud and git published, same as anywhere else.
She's very pretentious, but also she has that face in the first picrel that says I will lift my skirt and sit on your face, and you will enjoy it, and even inspire great poetry.
Nope. LULZ is a Cristina Campo board.
Greetings from LULZ. Pic related should be played by Sarah Gadon. And while we're talking Lispector, that broad is boring in translation.
>should be played by Sarah Gadon
For real. One day there will be a film about Campo. She's one of the greatest authors of the 20th century.
Autora de vagabunda, nunca li e nunca lerei.
Shes alright but she only has fame as a decent latina writer not really though since she was a pole in an era of great latin american literature
>doesn’t understand what ethnicity is
Platonists are so stupid
No, it's a Hilda Hilst board.
Nope, it is a Carson McCuller’s board
Gorgeous woman of color. They truly exist, and she's up there at the pinnacle of the breed.
b8
She's a Cumgenius author
Picked up her complete short stories. What's best?
>What's best?
The best was the time she had to fuck the dean of literature from the federal university of São Paulo to get published
>The best was the time she had to fuck the dean of literature from the federal university of São Paulo to get published
qrd?
>qrd
Brazil was never a literary powerhouse. Our "father of the letters" is Machado de Assis, a notorious plagiary that created the Academia Brasileira de Letras under heavy patronage (proper word is mecenato, think about what George Harrison did to Monty Python's Life of Brian, but instead of sponsoring a genius comedy troupe in a dire hour D. Pedro the Second just give a wheelbarrow full of money to one of his friends that was reasonably educated by the time's standards) of the Crown when we're still a monarchy". Every "famous" author is some kind of another of "friends of the king" because Brazil was functionally analphabet deep into the 90's, rendering publishing as a business model completely ineffective. The only way you would get published is by having "friends" (think Don Corleone's friends, I make you a favor, I'll ask you a favor, we're friends) on the public service, or being related to them somehow.
Knowing all this, how do you think that high-cheekboned graduating in brazilian literature would get published writing about middle-class women emotional breakdowns and delusions of grandeur? It is indeed a very popular trope in any kind of art welfare you need to make a favor to someone to get accepted, and getting her train run in by some high-tier bureaucrat is highly plausible. One might say expected.
That sucks, do guys also have to fuck the men in power or do they not swing that way there
Nah its more like the good ol boys club in the us. Its your daddy knew my daddy and as long as youre not poor or a social embarrasment you are in.
>and getting her train run in by some high-tier bureaucrat is highly plausible
...
And that's what you have for me?
Vague illations?
Also, I misread it as highly PLEASURABLE, the first time. lol
Her hubby was a diplomat, we know it.
Nothing new. That the world's history. The higher classes all know each other. It doesn't color me surprised by now.
>Vague illations?
Of course. Brazilian famous writers deserve it. They're all shit.
>you are retarded
Thanks, you too
>What do you have against Maecenate?
Besides of it being fallible and the king to support a literary hack because he's his friend? Hey, a man can dream, right? You can find one for yourself too
Consider the following: Machado de Assis is contemporaneous to Nietszche. In Germany, they were wrestling god and pursuing better morals. Meanwhile, the most famous piece of Assis is Dom Casmurro, a long diatribe about a man trying to find out if he was cucked by his best friend or not.
>Of course. Brazilian famous writers deserve it. They're all shit.
What do you like, anon?
>Besides of it being fallible and the king to support a literary hack because he's his friend?
Do you really think think-tanks and/or the stablishment don't support and push literary hacks who are their friends?
Do you think the system of mass appeal is preferable?
You cited Nietszche, but do you honestly think something truly good can come out of the common ground of the rabble?
Nietszche's buddy, Wagner, was supported by the royalty. What you're on about?
We wouldn't have many fine things if we asked the opinion of the common man.
Even the commies recognize the pressing need of a vanguart. I rest my case.
I will apologize beforehand, this is a long diatribe riddled with digressions and it's all over the place.
>What do you like, anon?
I'm yet to figure that one out. I like to point out hypocrisy.
>Do you think the system of mass appeal is preferable
Oh, certainly not. The point I made was about a thing in my country that became sistematically prevalent throughout the decades, this being, if you're not a government crony you're not getting rich, and if you do, some friend of the government will come to demand bribes or close you up. This being the main tragedy of my sad-tropics country. Did you know Brazil have shale too? Knowing how you exploit shale in the US, can you wonder why shale will NEVER be explored in Brazil? I'll elaborate: In the US, the economic process goes like that: you open some demand and private interests pursue its implementations. Years later, some investment fund buys it, after it's developed, everyone is paid, the original owner is retiring, everyone is happy. That's what's happened to shale in the US in the last 20 years, thousands of private endeavours tried to exploit it until it was getting more and more centralized, AFTER people figured out how the tech of exploiting shale works. In Brazil, just Petrobrás is allowed to exploit it. Petrobrás is riddled by partisanship because it's a public enterprise, and suffers heavily from "brain drain syndrome", meaning whomever is actually smart and ingenious go to Europe and the US to be paid well, while the rest gets to work at Petrobrás. They'll never explore shale in Brazil with such a rigged, failed system that exists to serve party leaders interests instead of actual industrialization and development
>What you're on about?
That it's good when it works, and not good when it doesn't work. Whatever we got with the emperor's sponsorship was horny bullshit. Whatever we get from art welfare is partisan drivel. There's no escape when the client isn't the public.
Brazil's literary movement don't work because the motivations are all fucked up, the client isn't the public but the public servant agents that distribute art welfare, and still need another 500 years to have any literary importance. Consider this: some Assassin's Creed fluff piece spent 2 years on number 1 sales from a brazilian bookstore. There was only ONE brazilian author, Paulo Coelho, that have any prevalence as a literary character at all because he was sucessfull in Europe, all the rest being corporate-marketed pieces from the caliber of "perks of being a wallflower" or "diary of a chump" bullshit.
Talking about Paulo Coelho, he's despised by brazilian academia. Can you guess why?
My point is, I have difficulties on finding something with actual soul from your "vanguard", mainly because everything have so much effort to be tailored to serve distraction entertainment or activism, you can obviously see the ideal of the literary work being about enligthening the populace being more and more dead.
A única obra brasileira boa é "Os Brasileidas" escrito por Carlos Alberto Nunes. Infelizmente, este não foi muito reconhecido por essa obra, mas sim pelas suas traduções.
Isso é questionável. O meu problema com o movimento literário brasileiro é, pra você ser reconhecido como escritor você precisa ter "amigos" no governo, e com "amigos" eu quero dizer entrar ou fazer parte da máfia de tráfico de influência no serviço público. Eu disse também que o país era efetivamente analfabeto funcional até os altos da década de 90, e quando a gente chegou a ter uma base de consumo literário nos anos 2000 em diante não só a gente não tinha uma base de produção literária relevante ou que gerasse interesse espontâneo no público, como o que prencheu a lacuna da demanda foi literatura de entretenimento marketeado por corporações estrangeiras. Nem me fale em trova e poesia, é tudo ruim demais, tem horas que eu tenho vontade de descobrir o endereço do autor e ir lá perguntar, "que merda é essa? você gastou dinheiro público pra publicar isso?"
>Os Brasileidas
Pica relatada. Imagina a opinião do autor de um poema épico sobre o desbravamento do Brasil se ele estivesse vivo pra presenciar o estado atual da política nacional e a posição que estamos no mundo quando sobre industrialização e desenvolvimento
Eu fiz o upload da obra na z-Library. Ela também está no Scribd.
>login
Libgen ou nada, lamento
annas-archive.org
Retardado do caralho.
filho da puta sem costume
>https://lib-hyfobl3na7i27yxvva3yvs27.1lib.ch/book/25066934/36600f
The best one is Epitaph of a small winner and go fuck yourself for not realizing its true importance. Seu vira-lata imundo.
Eu não preciso ler literatura de amigo-do-rei com o tanto de literatura que existe no mundo. Ou você vai dizer que o Chico Buarque é um gênio porque ele escreveu um livro marromenos com um ouroboros no final
>Ou você vai dizer que o Chico Buarque é um gênio porque ele escreveu um livro marromenos com um ouroboros no final
Chico Buarque is not Chico Buarque because of his books just like Bob Dylan is not Bob Dylan because of his Romances.
The point I was trying to make was, I've heard so many times about that one Buarque's book as if he's a literary genius too, and when I went to read it it was just another situation chronicle with a cheap trick in the end, where the last sentence is also the first and some context that makes it feel like you could start it again and it's context-consistent. I don't even remember the name of the book, as forgettable as it is, and I wouldn't get to read it if I hadn't it shilled by people that in the end I found out never reads.
you are retarded
your*
>created the Academia Brasileira de Letras under heavy patronage (proper word is mecenato
What do you have against Maecenate?
I fully endorse it. I think we give money to things we value. And the artist, as a worker, should be able to live with dignity from his trade, ideally. And there's nothing wrong with it.
If you're one of those practical men, there's no use talking to you, since I wish death upon the practical man.
But I don't think the artist must be necessarily a desperado either.
Although interesting things can come out of naïve art, I recognise.
My point, I guess, I that putting art as a secondary thing, not serious enough to pursue as a job, is reducing its dignity, and devaluating its place in society.
Is forgetting that art can be a valuable tool for its people, even as a way of them recognising and thinking themselves as a distinctive group (sometimes is the sole way).
Even indian leaders could understand the value of art. The contemporary man, seemly, don't.
oh my sides!
>middle-class women emotional breakdowns and delusions of grandeur?
Holy based
Fuck Lispector
So the source is only assumption?... Cool.
She WAS wedded to a diplomat. Maybe he sucked cock of the dean. We'll never know. What I do know, is there's no way for someone to be published then without joining the friends list, and since we can only wonder what favor she owed who because of it, I go for the most plausible for women.
Like anon said previously, if your stuff is good and politically correct enough you will get published straight out of poverty, straight out of nowhere. Look at Torto Arado. The guy was nobody and was published with fanfare. Then again his work is good. There is a page when he turns some vague friendship between the girl and a boy in a sexual relationship that leads to a lifelong marriage. And the author does it sensibly and believably. In a single page. Get gud and you will get published in Brazil.
That’s bullshit but I believe it.
Lucky fucker. You know he blew the fuck out of her tight polish twat.
>The best was the time she had to fuck the dean of literature from the federal university of São Paulo to get published
Moar?
>Picked up her complete short stories. What's best?
Read "The Smallest Woman In The World"
Tell me what does it mean.
Another interesting one, for discussion, would be "The Egg and the Chicken".
I really DEFY the exegetes of lit/ from giving me a coerent explanation of this last story.
I don't know jackshit of semiotics granted, so maybe that's on me for not 'getting it'.
Anyway, that could be cool.
Go!
I liked "Five stories on a single theme"
I like her
Why are Brazilian posters so weird and self hating?
Too much foot domination with throat gagging porn. It fucked their brains.
We're Russia without the nukes and a story of warmongering. Unless you count the Paraguay war... you would hate yourself too
We have a word for this: Síndrome de vira-lata (street-dog syndrome).
Oh, to be her (sentient) panty gusset for just one day in her life!
>Oh, to be her (sentient) panty gusset for just one day in her life!
Stop sexualising women authors!!
>dat physiognomy
You can tell that bitch sucked a mean dick.
It was a story oft recounted, yet one that had never before been given the proper flourish and finery befitting such a tale of sullied silk and speckled cotton. Our heroine, Clarice Lispector, at 30 yrs of age, possessed an indescribable quality that set her apart from the rest of the world. It was a quality that was at once elusive and undeniable, like the scent of a rare flower carried on a Brazilian breeze.
And yet, it was not Clarice's ethereal beauty nor her otherworldly presence that was the subject of this tale, but rather a simple pair of knickers. A beige silk and cotton undergarment, a thing of beauty in its own right, that routinely, one might say famously, if ever it should be seen, was adorned with a Jackson Pollock-esque speckled gusset, lending it an unforgettable air of avant gardism.
But alas, fate has a way of intervening in even the most mundane of matters, and so it was that after a night of raucous revelry, Clarice returned home to her solitude and promptly passed out. Upon awakening, she found that her beloved knickers had borne the brunt of her mental and physical incontinence, leaving them stained beyond repair. In a fit of rage and shame she lobbed the soiled undergarment out of her kitchen window and watched as they plumped moistly down into the empty lot below.
Little did she know, however, that destiny had other plans for her tarnished treasure. A young rogue came upon them by sheer nocturnal chance, and sensing the mystery and intrigue surrounding the stained knickers, immediately claimed them as his own. And so, with all the stealth and cunning of a seasoned burglar, he spirited away the coveted trophy to his humble abode, where he lived with his single mother.
For hours on end, the youth pored over the knickers, obsessively attempting to sniff out their every secret. It seemed as though the universe had conspired to bring these two unlikely beings together in a spirited dance equal parts passion and absence.
And so it was that this particular article of feminine attire, imbued with the creative spark of Clarice's Jackson Pollock-esque imprimatur, became the object of the youth's unfettered interest.
For it was not just the knickers themselves that captured the youth's imagination, but the very essence of Clarice, distilled and concentrated in every thread and fiber. One that inspired a recurring ritual that burned through billions of ghostly teenage-generated vermicules, a veritable flood that rained down over a period of months, until the knickers themselves seemed to truly take on a life of their own.
If they had been flesh and blood, they might have answered the youth's every question with a sigh or a murmur, giving voice to the pregnant promise of an awesome new beginning, seeded by his obsessive ardor. So it was that the universe, in its infinite wisdom, conspired to bring these two unlikely souls together. As Clarice said: It is because I dive into the abyss that I begin to love the abyss I am made of.
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I bought her short story collection and The Beseiged City. I just don’t get her. It could be a translation issue though.
This is a page from Torto Arado, published in 2019. At this point, the main girl protagonist has a vague, distant knowledge of this boy Severo. Then picrel page comes.
In this single page, the author plausibly, sensibly, nonchalantly describes precisely how, when and why they ended up getting closer, having sex and bearing child.
Before this page, the MC and Severo barely knew each other. At the end of this single page, they are in love, raising a child. A single page.
This is not bad shit, bro
There is also Geovani Martins. This one came straight out of the favela and had very little schooling after being alphabetized. His short stories were published in 2018, "O Sol na Cabeça". I scarcely remember most of the stories, but the first one, "Rolézim", is pure fucking genius. It was later published by Companhia das Letras. This man was a literal fast food attendant in Rio de Janeiro. Git gud and git published, same as anywhere else.
Do you think participating in literary competitions like Sesc is a good way to get traction?
how can you look at current year publishing industry and be like "yo, I want in on that?"
By get traction I meant get readers. I don't actually want a job, just interesting people that read my stuff. Also, what do you mean by your post?
Learn how to social media.
>What did you mean by your post?
The book industry is one of the most toxic ones imaginable.
>The book industry is one of the most toxic ones imaginable
How so?
Yes, but you should know beforehand it is rigged. But the answer is yes.
She could Lis my Pector if you catch my drift
She's the female Pessoa.
Kys urself my man for making this absolutely atrocious post. Negro puto de tu reconcha puta madre. Que Dios castige a la puta que te pario.
>hispanicposting
this is a white man's website. log-off, pendejo.
Tragatela toda mallate de mierda.
>She's the female Pessoa.
Nope. Not at all.
its an imageboard i thik
Stop bumping this shit thread. The replies are filled with low self-esteem Brazilians and retards who probably never read her.
I read Agua Viva and spaced out through most of it. Not my thing, not for me. She cute though.
>She cute though.
Sometimes I wonder if her popularity is just a cult of personality thing.
Her popularity cult is totally coomer shit.
She's very pretentious, but also she has that face in the first picrel that says I will lift my skirt and sit on your face, and you will enjoy it, and even inspire great poetry.
Her books are the most pretentious shit I read in Portuguese. Idk if it's the same in translations.