#modernist authors

[i-fucked-your-milkshake]

One of the dopest literary stories of all time concerns the publication and distribution of Ulysses I’m not even a little bit joking.

James Joyce wrote Ulysses while living in Paris where he, and other modernist authors, hung out in a bookstore called Shakespeare and Company, founded by a woman named Sylvia Beach. The thing you gotta understand about this store and Sylvia is that this was The Place and she was That Bitch. If you were a writer and you came to Paris? You showed up. You bought a book. You talked with Sylvia. It was requisite. The result of this is that she was friends with all the modernists.

Joyce was kinda always perpetually fuckin broke and tended to overspend when he had money so he never had money for long. He was pretty broke at this time and was lamenting the fact that he couldn’t find a publisher to Sylvia. Sylvia was a big fan of Joyce’s work and also a good friend. She hated seeing him broke and was like “you know what my guy? Fuck it. I’ll publish your novel.”

So Joyce gets his book published and has some coin in his pocket and he’s happy. Sylvia has stepped up her career and she’s happy. Only problem? America is passing all sorts of obscenity laws about this time and the wretched moralists in charge have Heard About this book and will absolutely be destroying any copies that make it to port. Making matters worse is that there are hundreds of pre-orders that need to be fulfilled and she can’t do it without the books being confiscated and destroyed.

So Sylvia is lamenting this conundrum to her other good writer friend, Ernest Hemingway, who thinks for a minute and says “Sylvia, gimme a couple days and let me see what I can do.” What else do you say to Hemingway but “sure thing, Ernest.”

Couple days go by and Big Ern comes back to the store with a slip of paper. He hands that slip of paper to Sylvia and she sees it has a phone number. Hemingway tells her to call that number and tell who picks up that Ernest sent her.

There’s not a soul on earth who can resist that prompt and Sylvia, being both only human and also desperate to distribute this book she sunk money she couldn’t really afford into publishing, calls the number. Guy picks up. Asks a few questions about boxes and shipping addresses. Gives her an address in Canada and tells her to include the shipping invoices for the American addresses. Hangs up the phone.

So now a shit load of boxes containing James Joyce’s Ulysses are on their way to Canada. The address? Some fuckin apartment. Owned by This Guy. And everyday this guy takes a few books from the boxes, wraps them up and addresses them, tapes them to his body, and takes the ferry across the lake to the US where he casually slips them into the post boxes and goes on about his day.

Authorities are pretty baffled about how the book is being distributed but no one says a word about until Sylvia Beach spends roughly a page on it in her memoirs, “Shakespeare and Company.”

This was, I think, a few years before Hemingway had to look at F. Scott Fitzgerald’s dick and assure him it was a good size after Zelda told him he had a small cock during an argument…..but that’s another story.

#james joyce #ernest hemingway #sylvia beach #shakespeare and company #ulysses #f scott fitzgerald #Fitzgerald had a tiny pee pee #lit major #modernism #modernist authors

[buttfrovski]

i love stanley, i rlly do, but if i think about him too much i'll be admitted to a mental hospital again.

#i know he has depth past sensitive cringe fail baby bear but if i think about said depth i will be overcome with depression #i will be riddled with the same disillusionment and emptiness as a 1920's modernist author #like stanley baby i love u but u make me feel like a starving okie during the great depression sometimes #south park #stan marsh

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

"History... is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."

~ James Joyce, Ulysses

#history is a nightmare from which i am trying to awake #james joyce #ulysses #stephen dedalus #quotes #lit quotes #literature quotes #literature #literary quotes #literary quotations #quotations #irish lit #irish literature #modernist literature #irish author #modernism #20th century literature #20th century lit #classic lit #classic literature #classic lit quotes #classic literature quotes #e

[queer-classic-writers]

Virginia Woolf (1882-1941)

British modernist author of novels and essays with a great feminist value

notable works: "Mrs. Dalloway", "To The Lighthouse", "Orlando", "The Waves", "A Room of One's Own"

she struggled with bipolar disorder throughout her life, being constantly lifted up by her husband, Leonard Woolf, whom she loved dearly

together, the Woolfs founded Hogarth Press, which published Virginia's books

she had a relationship with Vita Sackville-West, a fellow writer, who inspired the character of Orlando, the protagonist who switches genders in her eponymous novel

she committed suicide in 1941, at age 59, leaving behind a body of work translated in over 50 languages

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"For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver." ("Orlando: A Biography", Virginia Woolf, 1928)

"She thought there were no Gods; no one was to blame; and so she evolved this atheist's religion of doing good for the sake of goodness." ("Mrs. Dalloway", Virginia Woolf, 1925)

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#virginia woolf #woolf #to the lighthouse #mrs dalloway #orlando #a room of one's own #the waves #writers #modernist writers #literature #classic literature #classic writers #queer authors #lgbtq #bisexual #asexual #queer #pride #profile pics #quotes #classic quotes #prose #classics #writing #books

[holytrohmanempire]

Pete Wentz and Andy Hurley have the same dynamic Faulkner and Hemingway had. If you know you know if you don't please ask

#the modernist author btw #not the dog owned by pete wentz #pete wentz #boys falling out

[octaviasdread]

(don’t repost photos)

The Manuscript for Oscar Wilde’s ‘An Ideal Husband’ - The British Library Collection

#a single inch of glass separating me from the handwriting of so many authors #still not over it #CO Photography #CO Posts #oscar wilde #an ideal husband #manuscript #handwritten #oscar wildes notebook #oscar wilde plays #the british library #modernist literature #london #academia #literature #dark academia

[faux-ee]

this paragraph is a banger but asagiri i think u picked the wrong author to lament abt being born

#this is pessoa and cioran erasure #literally the great modernists who first took up the grudge with birth #cioran didn't write the trouble of being born to be left out of the narrative #/jkjk #sometimes i hope the authors i love aren't as niche as they r #but nicheness is part of the appeal :) #bsd stormbringer #stormbringer spoiler

[harrison-abbott]

All the eyes are whirling and dancing and they slip the calories into their mouths. You could be living on Pluto for all the presence you bring: they do not care that you’re alive; they’re only talking about the neighbourhood gossip from twenty years back – when the streets were still apricot and there were no mobile phones, when the internet hadn’t even started yet [this being the early 1990s, the best time in history: that final time to save the planet; where consumerism overtook the Western world; when the politicians gave their power to the markets]. They eat. Take the piss out of the neighbours. The folks they yack about are living a few hundred yards away, but the walls of the kitchen make it easy to assemble. The sluice of gravy and the roasted vegetables and of course the dead pigs and cows, all in browns and pinks and lain there in fleshy gleam, steaming, ach, those butchered animals taste so glorious, do they not. It’s not your birthday. Of course it isn’t; this is a commune of the elders: and he was a mistake child, with nae social ability, an embarrassment, an arrogant lil nobody – doesn’t matter what age he is. Then somebody offers him some gravy. He doesn’t eat that gravy because he does not eat animals. Somebody notices: “Oh no! He only touches the moral gravy!” And they all laugh – all 12 of them. 10 of the 12 are overweight and follow carcinogenic diets and drink with gusto. The other 2 are vegetarians (who will eventually become failed vegetarians) and they giggle and snort as well. It’s not his birthday. Amongst his presents are a book about a band from the 60s and when the big brother he sees it, he scoffs, rolls his eyes and says, “Oh, God, just move on!” And there’s a wooly jumper and some socks and boxers. The fire is coal fat; these golden orbs of rotten wood. What yomped humanity forward, what triggered the modern age. The boy’s age would probably witness the apocalypse, whereas his elder siblings would be just on the fringe, if not already just plucked off from cancer, or, more likely – just yet surviving on the rich leniency of the West, paow paow paow. When the super-elders are too drunk to do anything he goes into the kitchen to wash the dishes. Yes, that’s his job. Boo hoo. The siblings come in. And they touch him and tell him that they were only joking all night, only jesting, have a sense o humour, wee laddie, learn to get in the vibe of banter, for japes and jibes are how people make it through life. And the soap froths in the sink and the liquid is made up of 50 + chemicals and smells of his old primary school corridors when the cleaners came out and he was sent on errands to go and see whomever … Just as in school, he’s nothing but a high functioning autistic lad, with consciousness screaming all around him, a pressure and antagonism of which he cannot articulate. He accepts the passive aggressive apologies without accepting them. Yes, ha ho, ho ha. There is no murdered mammal in his gullet. On the iPod turret there’s a 90s band playing. And the brothers sing along to the wailed melody, though none of them know the lyrics, and nor does he. There’s a butcher’s knife by the sink, in a long lethal triangle. It could quite easily stab everybody in the room.

#writeblr #modernist #post modernist #stream of consciousness #prose #writers on tumblr #stories #short fiction #author

[thesunsethour]

no one should ever read The Seven Basic Plots and frankly i’m annoyed my module is named after this book. 225 pages down and i hate it more and more with every word. offers little of value and imo serves no use other than to critique how right wingers view literary analysis

#author is a right wing reactionary who seemingly hasn’t read a modernist or post modernist book in his LIFE

[mishkakagehishka]

Trying to study literature but all this is doing is just inspiring me to write creatively, not the essay....

#so many of my inspirations and role models are avantgarde and modernist authors...🥺 #tho romanticism is also near and dear to my heart ofc

[slowdeepandfuckinghard]

#kaliningrad #summertime #urban geometry #streetphotography #concrete #modernist architecture #modernism #brutalism #authors on tumblr

[poetryintheraw]

Every hour I spend in this class is not one hour closer to death because time is non existent in this class. No one is paying attention. I'm on Tumblr, someone else is doing a crossword puzzle, the professor is rambling about how a character is "dealing with his own internalized angst". I don't care. Someone save me.

#its called modern love and romance #but its modern as in modernist #and I HATE IT #the author is doing a cool celebration of bodies and physicality #no #he's just objectifying women and refusing to let them have a personality

[amarrymeinbostonwriter]

Do your characters judge you? Because mine do all the time!

#Gerry lives in my journal too some of pictures are just her making a goofy grin or something and then there's ones like this #it's me bullet journaling on that day #I mean I thought it was funny but now maybe it's not as funny as I thought #I think author/character back and forths are hilarious but maybe only I do #I may go back and fix Gerry's story once I get more of the modernist family mess epic done #She's still there in the back of my head and still very much alive #it's even possible that she could be like that at some other of the Victorian women in her story #some of that story is pretty wild- and that's without a possible rewrite and I'm tempted #journals #journaling #character sketches #victorian lesbians #Gerry needs her own story tbh... #mychatter #There is a lightening bolt behind her head too

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

~ T. S. Eliot, "Portrait of a Lady" (1915)

via poetryfoundation.org

#t. s. eliot #thomas stearns eliot #poetry #quotes #poetry quotes #literature #classic literature #lit quotes #literary quotations #classic lit #classic lit quotes #classic literature quotes #modernist literature #literary quotes #quotation #quotations #poem #20th century literature #20th century poetry #british author #british literature #british lit #british poetry #english lit #english poetry #english author #english literature #literature quotes #e

[byronicist]

"the beauty of the world which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder."

Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own (1929)

#quotes #literature #lit #british literature #female writers #female authors #nature literature #20th century literature #modernist literature #virginia woolf

[best-of-bengal]

#cosmopolitan #indian authors #modernists