bsd really got me into learning about the rl authors, but ive been having trouble finding stuff about the japanese authors. do you have any recommendations for where i could start?
Ahhhh, I’m flattered you came to ask here for suggestions! I don’t think I’m the best person to ask, honestly, but I’ll do my best to help! Since you said it was BSD that got you interested, most of my recommendations will be from the Japanese authors featured in the series~
This is only to get you started, a bit of a sampler for what some of the literary greats have to offer.
– Akutagawa is the master of short stories, so there can be no better starter when it comes to dipping your toes in when it comes to Japanese literature.
Most of Akutagawa’s works deal with exposing the egotism of man and the flaws of the human spirit. His writing may be elegant and refined, but to others it comes off as unfeeling and cerebral; you’ll have to find out for yourself where you stand.
– “There are bodies buried beneath the cherry trees!” This line from one of Kajii’s most famous works is often quoted, probably because it associates the ephemeral sakura with the grotesque. Sakaguchi Ango also wrote a story with the same title, but I find Kajii’s to be the more memorable one between the two.
– BSD may have you fooled, but Higuchi is actually an extremely popular literary figure in Japan, due to both the quality of her work and her all too short life. “Separate Ways” is quite a short read, but it has a heartbreaking realism most stories twice its length can’t even hope to touch.
– And now, we enter the surreal. Though more known for being the originator of modern mystery stories in Japan, Edogawa was also considered a master of gothic horror. Be warned, this story can be disturbing so skip this if you have a faint heart! (As an aside, Ito Junji put a spin on the tale and published a oneshot inspired by “The Human Chair“ a few years back.)
William Adolphe Bouguereau
- was a French academic painter and traditionalist. In his realistic genre paintings he used mythological themes, making modern interpretations of classical subjects, with an emphasis on the female human body.
continues Maya Angelou’s personal story,
begun so unforgettably in I
Know Why the Caged Bird Sings…Maya Angelou, still in her teens, has given
birth to a son. But the next few years are difficult ones as she tries to find
a place in the world for herself and her child.
in this third self-contained volume of
her autobiography…Maya Angelou moves into the adult world. Maya struggles to
support herself and her son through a series of odd jobs and weathers a failed
marriage to a white man before landing a gig singing in one of the most popular
nightclubs on the San Francisco coast.
Heart of a Woman, Maya Angelou leaves California with her son, Guy, to move
to New York. There she enters the society and world of black artists and
writers, reads her work at the Harlem Writers Guild, and begins to take part in
the struggle of black Americans for their rightful place in the world
in 1962 the poet, musician, and performer
Maya Angelou claimed another piece of her identity by moving to Ghana, joining
a community of “Revolutionist Returnees” inspired by the promise of
pan-Africanism…lyrical and acutely perceptive exploration of what it means to
be an African American on the mother continent, where color no longer matters
but where American-ness keeps asserting itself in ways both puzzling and
opens as Maya Angelou returns from Africa
to the United States to work with Malcolm X. But first she has to journey to
California to be reunited with her mother and brother. No sooner does she
arrive there than she learns that Malcolm X has been assassinated.
hey, why is gal gadot a racist? would u like to explain me¿
um she proudly supports the IDF, which is responsible for committing ethnic cleansing of palestinians… like i’m not informed to make a statement about classical zionism, but modern zionism is heavily correlated with racism. esp. considering that the state discriminates against mizrahi jews even though… they are equally as jewish as ashkenazi jews. like the vision of jewish unity is a false excuse to oppress palestinians, because the israeli state clearly upholds a hierarchy even among its jewish population with ashkenazi jews (white jews) at the top. so to be nationalist despite all these things happening in your country… lmao u tell me what that means
All the strange things aside like Classic being from a different dimension, I really do think this game looks promising and I think it will put Sonic back on the right track again.. I just hope that after this they will make a 3D game completely about Modern without Classic in it.
It’s one thing to take a classic car and make it look modern — but it’s quite another to take a new car and make it look classic. That’s the idea behind the Ferrari 340 Competizione ($TBA). Built to pay homage to the 1952 Ferrari 340 Mexico — which was limited to just three examples — the Competizione is a one-off that began life as a Ferrari 456 GT, and kept its 470hp, 5.4L V12 and six-speed manual while gaining new aerodynamics, suspension, brakes, an interior that recalls the 340 Mexico while retaining some modern niceties, and, of course, new aluminum bodywork. (FT)
Harry Styles | One Shot | Red Lips and Poker Chips
I duck my head down and step out of the black car,
immediately being greeted by the highest people of the casino. The highest boss
and probably one of the most greedy and money obsessed men I’ve ever met, comes
walking towards me and gives me a steady hand, welcoming me back. I squeeze his
hand a little harder back, showing him that I’m a little more important and
richer than he is. The man recoils slightly, almost bursting out of his
expensive suit because of his heavy posture. I turn back and thank my driver,
walking into the big and expensive house of gambling.
Two beautiful ladies in gorgeous dresses
step by my side to accompany me and lead me towards my reserved room. After a
long day of work and closing an important deal for my company, I was looking
forward to a quiet, brain wrecking game of poker behind closed doors together
with some other powerful rivals of mine in this city. I like coming here,
meeting new people for business deals and to celebrate business deals that I
handled that same day.
I step into the room and everyone turns
their heads towards me, all accompanied by a woman. I dismiss the ladies that
led me inside and ask for my poker chips which they quickly take care of. I
take a seat, my favourite drink already in stood on the table in front of me. I
turn around and spot one of the workers here whom I’ve been friends with for
a while. He gives me a professional nod and I smirk back at him as a thank you
for already putting my drink on the table.
“Always in time at the last second,
Styles.” One of the men says from his place opposite to me. I shrug and look
down arranging the chips that the girls put down.
“You know me. Busy day at work. Finally
finished off a deal that occupied me for over a year. I think we can
celebrate.” I say casually and the booming of their laughter fills the room.
So I saw “Captain Underpants: The First Epic Movie”. I’m in kind of a love-hate relationship with it right now. It’s a noble attempt at bringing the captain to the big screen and certainly enjoyable on it’s own merits. But I feel it fails to really hit most the notes of what makes the books such modern classics.
☞ The first thing that should be acknowledged is that this movie, like most Dreamworks films based on children’s books, plays pretty fast and loose with the source material. Skimming through and shortening the events that lead up to Krupp’s hypnosis and skipping over the events of the first three books and compleatly altering the events of the fourth; so that two of the saga’s most iconic villains, the Turbo Toilet 2000 and Professor Poopypants, can be incorporated into the same plot. And that’s not even getting in to the many additions they make to the story.
☞ There’s this lunch lady character they included to serve as a love intrest for Mr. Krupp and to humanize him. I like her, but I hate her, and for things that aren’t really the fault of the character so much as how she’s utilized in the plot.
☞ The fact that they are trying to make Mr. Krupp likeable at all is kind of frustrating for me, since a lot of his apeal is just how much of a cruel, petty, and cartoonishly repugnant person he is. Some of it is still there, but they portray it more as a result of cronic loneliness rather than just a flaw of his character.
☞ While much of the books’ humor is still in place, there’s also Dreamworks’ signiture style of comedy trying to accommodate it. I laughed but I’m not entirely sure it was sincere.
Otherwise I can say I’m glad I saw it, even if I could have gone my whole life without having done so.
wake up this morning you are feeling alive and full of energy so different from
yesterday. Maybe is all the ice cream that you ate or the fact that you spent
most of day doing nothing besides tan and swim on the pool. When you see that
is 7 am you feel happy instead of annoyed that you are up before noon at a Sunday.
In the living
room you see Nat holding the bottle of vodka close to her body like a baby. You
shake her shoulder gently “Do you want to go to the beach with me?“ she
groans ” I rather die than see the sunlight.“ you kiss her forehead
” I will come back for lunch.“
beach you put a towel on the sand, strip off your top staying only in shorts
and your bikini. You take a book of your purse and start to read. You can
concentrate for feel chapters but after nothing happens in six chapters and
main character is still in his normal life you start to get bored.
here.” You look up and see Bucky in all his glory shirtless he sits by
your side in your towel. You want to be mad but you can’t he is to adorable and
sexy for this “Please take a sit, be comfortable.“ You say sarcastic and he
places a kiss on your cheek “Its destiny after all.”
maybe you are stalking me.“ he looks at you like you are hurting him” Words
hurt Doll. Do you really think i would stalk someone before 10 am? My friend
wanted to go for a run i just decide to join but then I remember that I hate
“So you are
not trying to seduce me with your toned chest, great arms and the mix of the
smell of your sweat and the ocean?“ he grins at you and you turn red” No i
am not, but if is working who i am to complain? ”
your luck big boy.” Putting his arms around you he says “You love it. Doll what
are you and you’re friend are gonna to do tonight?” You shrug “I don’t know
yet, maybe eat some pizza.” He has the big smile in his face “Tonight put
something sexy but confortable and come to the bonfire with me.”
think my friend is gonna like to be a third weal all night.” You regret your
words as soon as they came out your mouth “So this is a date!” You are pretty
sure that you are as red as a tomato now “Come on Doll, your words. I guaranty
your friend is gonna be fine.”
has a huge smile on his face and you can stop yourself from being happy “8 pm
at here. Do you want to pick you up?” you shake your head a no “My house is
really close, only a couple of blocks away.”
out he is staying in a house three blocks away from you and that he is here in
a vacation with his best friend. You hate to admit but you are starting too really
like Bucky. Being around him was so simple and comfortable but at the same time
he keeps you in your tiptoes. You couldn’t describe the feeling.
He lived in
New York like you and you are really started to think that it is destiny. The
only difference is that he lived in the other side of the city with his
roommate. You never felt so close to anyone in so little time, something about
him makes you want to tell all your dirty secrets to him.
know how much time has passed you only know that is being a lot when you see 10
messages of Natasha and 3 missing calls. The clock says is almost midday you
are talking for 5 hours straight with him. You decide to see what Nat wants feeling
a little worried about her all alone in that house.
Where are you? I am
I found some cookies
so I am good now.
I am going to the
Beach to found you.
Never mind my head
Why don’t you answer
Are you reading again?
Go make out with some random guy.
It’s been 3 hours
since you left I am start to getting worried
You hate sand. Why
aren’t you answering me? Natasha wants attention.
the last one that was sends a couple of minutes ago.
I am officially
worried. Please send me an emoji to know that you are alive but send me my
favorite one so I know that you weren’t kidnapped.
her with the ghost emoji and get up quickly putting your t shirt over your head
“I had a really nice time Bucky I see you tonight.” Before he can even answer
you kiss his cheek and leave the beach.
get home you hear Natasha voices “So where were you? Found the prince
charming?” You give her a dirty look
“No, I was just enjoying the beach.” She walks in your direction “Sure, that’s
why your cheeks are red and you look like a kid who eat all the Halloween
candy?” You laugh is dry “Fine I found Bucky, we talk and he invited us to the
You look at
yourself in the mirror feeling happy with your appearance your make up was on minimal
and your hair was natural giving you a simple but sexy look. With a pair of
black shorts a floral tank top and some converse you are the perfect mixture of
comfort and sexy without tying to hard.
hot.” You turn around and see your best friend in a beautiful black skirt and a
white top “You look amazing I will look like a potato by your side.” She gave
you a sympathetic look “You should give yourself more credit you look beautiful.
Now come on you don’t want let Bucky waiting.”
is beautiful decorated and you see around 25 people around. You search for a
little while and see Bucky sitting on a rock with a couple of people around
him. One is a blonde man really gorgeous and really tall must be his friend and
the other is a pretty girl with brown hair and intense eyes.
him calling you “Doll you look beautiful. This is Steve my roommate and Wanda
she works with us in New York.” You introduce yourself to them and Natasha does
the same. The five of you are all talking about all the songs that are playing
and how you all feeling old since you don’t recognize most of them.
One of your
favorites songs start to play “I love this song.” You watch as Bucky gets up
and take your hand in his “Let’s dance.” You two start to dance in a ridiculous
away. You are in his arms and every once he would twirl you around.
song end a slow song start to playing he places his hands on the small of your
back and you put your hands around his neck. “We are awful dancers.” You say
making him laugh “Is this modern music. Put some classics and I will show you
how good dancer I am.”
“I bet you
are.” For the whole song your body is closer to his you can feel his chest
rising and falling as he breaths. You can feel the smell of his cologne and his
scruffy in your neck. You two dance for a couple more songs until you feel
you a bear and sit you by your side “Are you having fun?” you agrees and say
“This two days I had most fun since college.” You two stay in silence
appreciating the atmosphere and the moonlight.
You can see
Natasha dancing with Steve very close to each other, Wanda talking with a group
of people closer to the fire; some guys were around the Keg seeing who could
drink more bear. This was one of that rare nights was everything seems to make
realize how tired you are until you almost fall sleep in his shoulder “Come on
baby girl I take you home.” He helps you get up and when you shrive from the
cold, he takes his blue sweater and put over your head. “You don’t have to do
this you are going to be cold.”
cold and i am a very warm person.” To prove his point he put your hand on his
chest when you can feel the heat radiant from his body. You two are leaving the
beach when you see Natasha shoot a wink at you.
for invite me.” He holds you closer to his body with his arms around your
shoulders and yours in his waist. “Was my pleasure it’s fun hang out with some
one that doesn’t know my whole life history.” You can see in his eyes that he
regrets this last sentence but doesn’t say anything.
“If you want to talk about I will be here.” You
stop at your door steps looking at him with hopeful eyes “One day I promise
that I will but right now can I kiss you?” you go in your tip toes and put your
arms around his neck “Yes.”
You feel his soft lips in yours you can taste
bear and mint in his mouth. The kiss is full of passion and lust his hands
never leave your back and you thankful for that because you are pretty sure you
would be on the floor if he wasn’t holding you.
He let you go but give you a peck on the lips.
You are taking his sweater of your body “Keep it you can always give back
later.” He gave you one more peck on the lips “Good night baby girl.” You watch
him leave “Good night James.”
I don’t do this often, but I urge everyone and anyone to see this movie. It was life changing, and possibly the best movie I’ve seen in years. It amazed me with modern movie-making skills, while also winking at the classic musicals I grew up with. Can’t stop raving about this, it deserves endless praise.