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[–] TheTrigger 0 points 13 points (+13|-0) ago 

One of these days, I'm gonna muster up the energy to write the most mundane book ever written. Like, something about a guy who walks from his house to a convenience store, at the end of the block, buys a packet of cigarettes— and then goes back home to sleep. A nice, big, thick 500 pager. Nothing of importance happens throughout the whole damn thing. No story arc, no conflict nor resolution. He just walks to the store and back.

But I'm gonna study every poetic trick in the book. Read up on all the writing constructs and mechanisms; you know, the type of linguistic fuckery that gets critics' dicks hard. As long as there's enough style, they fill in the blanks with their own substance. That's a fact.


[–] BlockMe 0 points 12 points (+12|-0) ago 

You just described Ulysses by James Joyce.


[–] TheTrigger 0 points 4 points (+4|-0) ago  (edited ago)

Well, shit,

Ulysses is a modernist novel by Irish writer James Joyce. It was first serialised in parts in the American journal The Little Review from March 1918 to December 1920 and then published in its entirety in Paris by Sylvia Beach on 2 February 1922, Joyce's 40th birthday. It is considered to be one of the most important works of modernist literature[1] and has been called "a demonstration and summation of the entire movement".[2] According to Declan Kiberd, "Before Joyce, no writer of fiction had so foregrounded the process of thinking".[3]

Ulysses chronicles the peripatetic appointments and encounters of Leopold Bloom in Dublin in the course of an ordinary day, 16 June 1904.

Nothing new under the sun, eh? Kinda proves my point, though. I feel like it could still be pulled off. Just have to read this book, first, to make sure that there's not too many similarities.