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How about a literature thread? Which books do you consider required reading? Doesn't have to be talking animals themed. But who doesn't love talking animals?52 posts and 54 image replies omitted. Click reply to view.
I've read the books in the post images except Redwall, but I watched the cartoon. I liked the cartoon, but it gave me the impression the book series is more suited toward a younger audience. It's highly rated, so maybe I'll read it eventually.
Watership Down is my favorite of these. It's sorta like Lord of the Rings but with rabbits. The rabbits have their own mythology and language (lapine) and the book is highly quotable. The original film based on the book is excellent too, but they leave out important characters like Blackavar. The film is kinda hardcore.
Renard the Fox is probably the least suitable for children. It's all poetry following the misdeeds (including sexual) of the eponymous anthro red fox. He's an amoral trickster whose exploits include raping a wolf and wiping his ass with the king's flag and throwing it at him. Fun stuff.
Mrs. Frisby and the rats of NIHM is about, well, basically the Don Bluth film, but without the magic. They changed her name to "Brisby" in the film for stupid trademark reasons (blame Wham-O). Anyway, there are super intelligent rats who have harnessed the power of electricity, but they see tapping humans' electric power grid as stealing and wish to generate their own. Mrs. Frisby goes to them for help moving her home, so her son Timothy, who's sick with pneumonia, doesn't get plowed by the farmer. She was married to one of these super intelligent rats (Jonathan), who died. So interspecies, because Mrs. Frisby is a field mouse. I read this for school way back in elementary school, so I forgot all the details. But I remember generally liking it. The films based on this book and Watership Down are both classics.
>>3640425>has anyone had trouble "settling down" to read a book?
Unfortunately, yes. I should make it a new years resolution to read before bed instead of peck at the handheld dopamine dispenser.
Trusting a robotic voice to lull you into a false sense of security, pushing you into a trusting relationship as it uses its frequencies to manipulate your neuron connections. Yeah, have fun there when booking-it-now app turns to a snapshot of you in a personalized torture chamber made from a vocoder brain-net.
And here I thought the works of Shadowgate and Cambridge analytic for their Atlantic Counsel masters was bad enough.
You , Sir , has just raised my Paranoia further like a true Master Manipulator. Bravo !
This really is obscure. This is basically as much as I could find out about it.>Elmer, a spotted skunk, the type that rarely offends, leaves his bride, Plumey, to seek fame as a song and dance guy in California's fictional animal reservation, Happy Hollow. Because they are the last of their breed and because she adores Elmer, Plumey sets after him. Angered by the competition of an ingenious flying squirrel, Elmer's skunkhood asserts itself and all the animals flee from him. It is this indiscretion which gives Plumey the key to Elmer's whereabouts and the two set off together with enthusiastic plans to perpetuate the race. Almost too crowded with animals, and despite Harold Berson's most appealing black and white illustrations – this departure from the author's usually straightforward and extremely successful nature stories, is disappointing. In writing for children of a younger age category, he has entered into a realm of fantasy with which he is not very successful, in that he endows his animals with somewhat vulgar human qualities which seem neither appropriate to their genuine nature nor do they enhance the imaginative tone of the story.
How many pages is the book?>>3640329>Maurice Sendak
Never understood how Where the Wild Things Are
gained mass appeal. Always thought the monster character designs were crap, and the story was just okay. Surprisingly, it was banned at one point. Why? Because Max was sent to bed without supper, and that's a traumatizing prospect for American children.
Anyway, even though you're not supposed to judge a book by its cover, I'd be tempted to put The Cunning Little Vixen
back down, simply because of the human face. She is depicted as a human girl wearing a fox costume. I wouldn't think the story is about a fox, anthro or feral.
But because you explained what it's about, I'll look into it.>>3640425>has anyone had trouble "settling down" to read a book?
Not really. My problem is I'll start reading another book before I finish others. But I usually do finish them all eventually.
I'm just glad I'm not illiterate. It's more common than you'd think.>According to the U.S. Department of Education, 54% of adults in the United States have prose literacy below the 6th-grade level.
I want to become fluent in another language though. I took German in high school. But if you don't use it, you get kinda rusty.
The book is 187 pages (1985 edition). Some of Maurice Sendak's pictures used in the book, like the one you mentioned, are actually costume designs that Sendak did for a New York City Opera production of Janacek's opera. Her's another cover you see sometimes with Sendak's "non-costume" art which is also used in the book.
In the story, the animals are anthropomorphic. They even share some institutions with humans. They have a mliitary, a legal system, and religion. Sharp-Ears was raised as a Catholic, although her lover Goldenstripe considered himself an atheist and free-thinker. (Human religion is ridiculed as "locking God up in a building".) They also have parties, drink, gossip, and walk upright (when they feel like it, anyway). There's no big separation between animals and humans in this story. Humans are just another animal as far as Sharp-Ears is concerned, which makes this story very different from most.
The original art was done by a guy named Stanislav Lolek. He has to be a furry. His portrait on his tombstone shows him holding a vixen. In pretty much every version, including the BBC/Geog Dunbar film, the characters alternate between feral and anthro in the artwork.
>nobody posted Franky Furbo from William Wharton
You know, the only reason I'd ever want to have a kid is to teach them how to read. There is absolutely no way a grown man could sit down and enjoy "Walter the Farting Dog" without using it to make a kid laugh and enjoy literature.
Plus you get to have an excuse to watch stupid kids movies in the theater, I had to recruit my 5'3 phillipino squad mate back in the air force just to have an excuse to watch the Lego movie in theaters. Pretending that twink was my kid was totally worth it. I'm over 6 ft… well technically we saw it with our "kid" and his other 4 dads.
>>3640879>There is absolutely no way a grown man could sit down and enjoy "Walter the Farting Dog" without using it to make a kid laugh and enjoy literature.
Now you're giving the people like Aufy and others who are into some disgusting shit kink-wise too much credit.
>>3640731>He has to be a furry.
People like you just don't understand that stories like Renard the fox or the Cunning little vixen were written as allegories to avoid censorship at the time when they were written. They had absolutely nothing to do with "furry" at all - they were merely holding up a veil of "doubt" to say they weren't talking about the subjects they were really addressing.
Is cub porn allegory for child porn?
Maybe, or it can be a direct reference.
Most kids that get molested are molested by someone they know.
Finally got around to listening to the series, got a few books in before I lost interest. Really couldn't believe how the book and movie share almost nothing in common other than names. It was kinda surprising.
I've seen movie adaptations really take some "artistic liberties" but this is just wtf. Still, the book itself is just way too young adult for me to have enjoyed reading, I only got as far as I did because I was listening to it in the background while bumbling my way through Omori. I probably would have enjoyed the read if I were 10-12 years old, just like with Redwall. Some things I kinda regret not being able to enjoy due to being a angsty 30 year old who never quite quite out of the goth phase.
Sad but true. "Stranger danger" is way overblown. Most abuse comes from a child's authority figures.
What baffles me is when I hear a story about some daughter that's locked in the basement for years while the other children are raised more or less normally. What the fuck happened there?
Children don't know what's normal and will believe whatever they're told. They don't know that the sister in their soundproof basement is a bad thing.
Stranger danger is masked by the effect where 99% of abduction cases are done by non-custodial parents or other relatives, and the cause is usually disagreements about visiting rights.
Still, strangers do abduct children as well. The statistics are suppressed by adding all sorts of unnecessary riders, such as having to transport the child more than 50 miles to count as a "classic stranger abduction". Once you add in runaway kids and custody disagreements, etc. the actual problem starts to look very small, but that's just a deliberate semantic trick to discredit the argument.
In reality these are different causes and different problems that are mashed together to direct the moral panic against a desired target, such as fathers trying to gain access to their own children.
I'm enjoying Blasphemy Online by Andrew Seiple.
A three volume book series about a guy living in a future world where America has broken up into different areas based on things like liberalism vs theocracy.
He lives in the theocracy where Religion is the law and censorship is standard.
People escape into state approved full-dive video-games but on the dark web, there is a new game that everyone is playing Generica Online.
No one knows which nation built it, no one knows who coded it, but our main character Richard who is a coder himself, starts to unravel some of its secrets when he gets offered the deal of a life-time by the NPC who helps you create your character… https://audiobookbay.unblockit.how/audio-books/dragon-hack-blasphemy-online-book-1-andrew-seiple/https://audiobookbay.unblockit.how/audio-books/blasphemy-online-02-occult-place-to-die-andrew-seiple/https://audiobookbay.unblockit.how/audio-books/blasphemy-online-03-dragon-drop-andrew-seiple/
Those links are for the audiobook format but for you basic bitches who like mp3s you can use VLC to convert them.
I went ahead and uploaded the mp3 versions for MEGA for you because we all know how dumb some of you are. https://mega.nz/folder/p8UzhQqY#OJOhEhoXtUZn81kq9MFqAw
Ill listen to that as soon as I'm done with The Witcher series.
Got back into the game after watching the netflix adaptation, and as much as I like the lore, I just couldn't get into the first 2 games. The books are filling in a lot of gaps, but all in all the books are turning out to be a lot less entertaining than I'd hoped. That might change, I've only gotten through the two prequels, and the first two books
So whats your favorite song from the Netflix series? Mines currently burn butcher burn!
Got opossums on the mind. Anyone read this as a kid? Here's a reading of it on Youtube.https://youtu.be/rgE9Of9qfX8>>3642339
That comic is pretty funny. Clever way to play off of their naming scheme.>>3645731
Invisible Dick is a grower, not a shower.
>>3651650>>3651651Lord of the Flies
is seriously good from what I remember. Have an excerpt:>Simon stayed where he was, a small brown image, concealed by the leaves. Even if he shut his eyes the sow’s head still remained like an after-image. The half-shut eyes were dim with the infinite cynicism of adult life. They assured Simon that everything was a bad business.>“I know that.”>Simon discovered that he had spoken aloud. He opened his eyes quickly and there was the head grinning amusedly in the strange daylight, ignoring the flies, the spilled guts, even ignoring the indignity of being spiked on a stick.>He looked away, licking his dry lips.>A gift for the beast. Might not the beast come for it? The head, he thought, appeared to agree with him. Run away, said the head silently, go back to the others. It was a joke really—why should you bother? You were just wrong, that’s all. A little headache, something you ate, perhaps. Go back, child, said the head silently.>Simon looked up, feeling the weight of his wet hair, and gazed at the sky. Up there, for once, were clouds, great bulging towers that sprouted away over the island, grey and cream and copper-colored. The clouds were sitting on the land; they squeezed, produced moment by moment this close, tormenting heat. Even the butterflies deserted the open space where the obscene thing grinned and dripped. Simon lowered his head, carefully keeping his eyes shut, then sheltered them with his hand. There were no shadows under the trees but everywhere a pearly stillness, so that what was real seemed illusive and without definition. The pile of guts was a black blob of flies that buzzed like a saw. After a while these flies found Simon. Gorged, they alighted by his runnels of sweat and drank. They tickled under his nostrils and played leapfrog on his thighs. They were black and iridescent green and without number; and in front of Simon, the Lord of the Flies hung on his stick and grinned. At last Simon gave up and looked back; saw the white teeth and dim eyes, the blood—and his gaze was held by that ancient, inescapable recognition. In Simon’s right temple, a pulse began to beat on the brain.
>“You are a silly little boy,” said the Lord of the Flies, “just an ignorant, silly little boy.”
>Simon moved his swollen tongue but said nothing.
>“Don’t you agree?” said the Lord of the Flies. “Aren’t you just a silly little boy?”
>Simon answered him in the same silent voice.
>“Well then,” said the Lord of the Flies, “you’d better run off and play with the others. They think you’re batty. You don’t want Ralph to think you’re batty, do you? You like Ralph a lot, don’t you? And Piggy, and Jack?”
>Simon’s head was tilted slightly up. His eyes could not break away and the Lord of the Flies hung in space before him.
>“What are you doing out here all alone? Aren’t you afraid of me?”
>“There isn’t anyone to help you. Only me. And I’m the Beast.”
>Simon’s mouth labored, brought forth audible words.
>“Pig’s head on a stick.”
>“Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill!” said the head. For a moment or two the forest and all the other dimly appreciated places echoed with the parody of laughter. “You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?”
>The laughter shivered again.
>“Come now,” said the Lord of the Flies. “Get back to the others and we’ll forget the whole thing.”
>Simon’s head wobbled. His eyes were half closed as though he were imitating the obscene thing on the stick. He knew that one of his times was coming on. The Lord of the Flies was expanding like a balloon.
>“This is ridiculous. You know perfectly well you’ll only meet me down there—so don’t try to escape!”
>Simon’s body was arched and stiff. The Lord of the Flies spoke in the voice of a schoolmaster.
>“This has gone quite far enough. My poor, misguided child, do you think you know better than I do?”
>There was a pause.
>“I’m warning you. I’m going to get angry. D’you see? You’re not wanted. Understand? We are going to have fun on this island. Understand? We are going to have fun on this island! So don’t try it on, my poor misguided boy, or else—”
>Simon found he was looking into a vast mouth. There was blackness within, a blackness that spread.
>“—Or else,” said the Lord of the Flies, “we shall do you? See? Jack and Roger and Maurice and Robert and Bill and Piggy and Ralph. Do you. See?”
>Simon was inside the mouth. He fell down and lost consciousness.
Is he high or something?
Hallucinating from hunger, thirst and terror of being marooned on a island
"Sharp-ears" is based on a comic strip and a novel made by Stanislav Lolek and Rudolf Těsnohlídek in the 1920's, Liška Bystrouška, which was then made into an opera The Cunning Little Vixen by Leoš Janáček.
Rudolf Těsnohlídek who wrote the story was a messed up guy. He watched his friend drown when he was a teen. His first wife shot herself in front of him while on holiday in Norway, and he had to stand trial twice to prove that he didn't murder her. His second wife left. Third wife stayed. He eventually shot himself in 1928 and his wife gassed herself to death on hearing the news.
Sharp-ears, or the Cunning Little Vixen, is basically his psychological traumas and hangups about the world dressed up as a funny comic about a fox.
This is true.
Těsnohlídek obviously had a sense of humor and could see much good in life. Sharpears the Vixen was an embodiment of life itself - joy, lust, sex but also darkness, self doubt, and sadness to the point of depression. This realism is probably why the characters are so real and moving.
The New York Times Book Review (which runs four pages) said this:
". This is not a children's book. It is a beautifully written story that makes one think about life with good humor but not always with laughter. In fact, in places it is probably too strong for children: the action is rough; both the animals and the people in it are hunters and some get killed and many hurt. It is also gently risque throughout and in many places as earthy as any folk classic one can think of…
". It is a marvelous story. Towards the end it becomes poignant. At first that is surprising, but then one realizes that strong feelings have been building up for a long time and the writing is so graceful that one doesn't feel nipped by them at the outset. "
The fact that it was dressed up as a satire of a children's book with animal characters and all was probably the reason it could be written at all. That was the sugar that makes the pill go down.
Oooh, I haven't read those since I was a kid. I'll have to see if the library has them.
That's a throwback
I forget offhand. I'm guessing on the order of 100 pages or so.
I know I have it around but I think it's in a box somewhere.
Not sure if I mentioned it before – Perhaps the furriest star trek paperback book.