I've enjoyed most of the books put in front of me in Lit classes. Private Peaceful was just straight up good. Depressing, but good. Shakespeare is funny. Even Pride and Prejudice grew on me eventually.
But the 50's stuff we did last year was dire. Fucking Death of a Salesman is one of the most retarded things I've ever read. It tries to be all existential and insightful and deep, but every single character is such a boring, stupid dipshit that I can't care about any of them. The whole thing comes down to 'senile dude has delusions of grandeur. Ruins life.' And then you get to the 'kitchen sink dramas' which vary from merely 'ok' to utterly drab and pointless.
The only thing I took away from that whole year was that people in the 50s' had fucked up senses of morality and lived entirely dull, joyless existences. Fuck you, 50s'. The 60s' were much more interesting.
'Cat on a hot tin roof' was shit too. The blurb described it as 'sultry', but it wouldn't make a nun blush. It boils down to hours of a sexually confused or possibly just homosexual bloke and his frustrated wife bitching at each other. Fuuuu-
As for poetry, I loved Wilfred Owen to bits, but most other poets can fuck themselves with a rusty spoon. John Donne in particular is an arrogant, hypocritical, smug arse. Grrr.
But the 50's stuff we did last year was dire. Fucking Death of a Salesman is one of the most retarded things I've ever read. It tries to be all existential and insightful and deep, but every single character is such a boring, stupid dipshit that I can't care about any of them. The whole thing comes down to 'senile dude has delusions of grandeur. Ruins life.' And then you get to the 'kitchen sink dramas' which vary from merely 'ok' to utterly drab and pointless.
The only thing I took away from that whole year was that people in the 50s' had fucked up senses of morality and lived entirely dull, joyless existences. Fuck you, 50s'. The 60s' were much more interesting.
'Cat on a hot tin roof' was shit too. The blurb described it as 'sultry', but it wouldn't make a nun blush. It boils down to hours of a sexually confused or possibly just homosexual bloke and his frustrated wife bitching at each other. Fuuuu-
This ^Dango said:Anything by Tennessee Williams. Seriously. Just fuck that shit. Also, if you like his plays, you are a bad person.
As for poetry, I loved Wilfred Owen to bits, but most other poets can fuck themselves with a rusty spoon. John Donne in particular is an arrogant, hypocritical, smug arse. Grrr.