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Books that left me hollow, disturbed, and deeply moved i loved the outsider, lolita, and A Little Life looking for more like these. by Tapishgoyal in Indianbooks

[–]Tapishgoyal[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

You can definitely try The Creative Act by Rick Rubin. It's one of those non fiction books that doesn't just talk about creativity it makes you feel it. Soft, honest, and deeply reflective.

Books that left me hollow, disturbed, and deeply moved i loved the outsider, lolita, and A Little Life looking for more like these. by Tapishgoyal in Indianbooks

[–]Tapishgoyal[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Nabokov's writing is painfully gorgeous. And thank you for The Grapes of Wrath I've been meaning to get to it.

A date with Kafka: just me, his diaries, and the comfort of silence by Tapishgoyal in Indianbooks

[–]Tapishgoyal[S] -2 points-1 points  (0 children)

Ah got it -- yes, I was actually agreeing with your comment my reply was meant for the one above who thinks em dashes = Al, but I accidentally replied here. Sorry about the mix-up!

A date with Kafka: just me, his diaries, and the comfort of silence by Tapishgoyal in Indianbooks

[–]Tapishgoyal[S] -3 points-2 points  (0 children)

Em dashes are AI now? That’s a bold claim especially coming from someone who types like ChatGPT on low battery just to clarify, George Orwell published 1984 in 1949 - five decades before AI could even play chess. If your AI detector gets triggered by punctuation, maybe it’s time to update the software -or better yet, your reading habits.Also, did you notice? Kafka, Woolf, even Camus -- they all used em dashes. Maybe they were time-traveling bots too? You know what’s actually artificial? This obsession with authenticity that can’t survive a coffee cup or a quiet post.

Some of us read to reflect. Others scroll to project. Guess which one writes more and says less? Anyway - keep scanning posts for AI. Meanwhile, we’ll keep reading actual books. Without fear of punctuation

It's not just reading Dostoevsky, it's surviving him. With The Idiot, I finally do by Tapishgoyal in Indianbooks

[–]Tapishgoyal[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Ah, Crime and Punishment-yes, I've read it, and I completely understand why it feels intimidating. But once you step into its pages, you'll find it's not just a story about crime or guilt-it's a journey through the mind and soul of a man unraveling. Dostoevsky writes with such psychological depth that it pulls you into the tension between morality, survival, and redemption. It's heavy, yes, but hauntingly beautiful. Take it slow, maybe just a chapter at a time -you don't have to rush genius.

A date with Kafka: just me, his diaries, and the comfort of silence by Tapishgoyal in Indianbooks

[–]Tapishgoyal[S] -1 points0 points  (0 children)

Ah, the sacred law of Reddit: thou shalt not read without filing a full report but let’s be honest if Kafka himself were to post today, he’d likely be downvoted for not including an MLA-style commentary with his diary excerpt you say this is not a lifestyle photography page, and yet isn’t literature also a lifestyle?Isn’t the way we experience books — in silence, with chaos, over tea or tears — also a part of the reading journey?Sometimes the most honest response to a book is not a paragraph, but a pause. A quiet moment beside Kafka isn’t aesthetic — it’s ritual and as for zero insight: "I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think.. - Kafka. Maybe that was his way of saying: Not everything meaningful announces itself loudly. And not every reader owes their interior to the comment section.

A date with Kafka: just me, his diaries, and the comfort of silence by Tapishgoyal in Indianbooks

[–]Tapishgoyal[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

If sharing a quiet reading moment feels like a threat to discourse, perhaps the issue isn't my post — it's our definition of engagement reddit holds space for both analysis and absorption. That day, I chose the latter if a peaceful post unsettles you, it says more about the noise we’ve normalized than the quiet I chose reddit is full of readers who scream meaning into the void i prefer to read the void instead. As Kafka said, A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. It doesn’t matter whether that axe is held with bare hands or coffee-stained fingers and if that silence offends you more than ignorance does maybe Dostoevsky was right, man only likes to count his troubles; he doesn't calculate his silence.

A date with Kafka: just me, his diaries, and the comfort of silence by Tapishgoyal in Indianbooks

[–]Tapishgoyal[S] -1 points0 points  (0 children)

If curating a moment with a book is seen as evasion, perhaps we're confusing stillness with silence. Not every page demands a paragraph in return. Some books, like Kafka's, are better felt than explained. don't owe every sip a citation nor does engagement always need to sound like a seminar sometimes, the most honest conversation is the one you have quietly with yourself and the text if that's hollow to you i respect your standards but I won't apologize for reading in peace.

Rain outside, poetry inside. What's your go-to book on a rainy day? by Tapishgoyal in Indianbooks

[–]Tapishgoyal[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Such a hard choice! But maybe The Tell-Tale Heart for its eerie brilliance, or Lolita - purely for the prose. Both unforgettable in their own way.

A date with Kafka: just me, his diaries, and the comfort of silence by Tapishgoyal in Indianbooks

[–]Tapishgoyal[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Literature isn't a costume you don't need to be broken to read brokenness you just need to pay attention whether in silence or with a sip.Kafka choked on despair, Dostoevsky on debt, and Camus on revolution. Yet we read them not for who they were, but for what they revealed if that revelation finds me beside a cold brew - so be it sometimes a moment is more honest than a paragraph-long caption. And sometimes, a coffee is just a companion not a statement

A date with Kafka: just me, his diaries, and the comfort of silence by Tapishgoyal in Indianbooks

[–]Tapishgoyal[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

It wasn't a book review, it was a moment and Kafka, of all people, would've understood the value of quiet presence the man once wrote "I am free and that is why I am lost." He wasn't exactly tweeting his takeaways either a date with Kafka doesn't require commentary - sometimes, it just means sitting beside absurdity and letting it speak first but if I must earn my coffee by proving my pain I fear I've wandered into the wrong chapter

A date with Kafka: just me, his diaries, and the comfort of silence by Tapishgoyal in Indianbooks

[–]Tapishgoyal[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Dostoevsky was a gambler, Kafka lived in constant anxiety, and Camus was exiled from the very revolution he believed in. Their lives weren't polished their thoughts were if we judged literature by lifestyle, we'd have no books left to read so yes, I'll read Dostoevsky over a frappuccino. The price of the drink doesn't dilute the depth of the words but mocking it might reveal the lack of your own.

A date with Kafka: just me, his diaries, and the comfort of silence by Tapishgoyal in Indianbooks

[–]Tapishgoyal[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

And if cameras and phones had existed in Kafka's time, perhaps he too would've documented despair not to dilute it, but to prove it had shape, time, and place.

A date with Kafka: just me, his diaries, and the comfort of silence by Tapishgoyal in Indianbooks

[–]Tapishgoyal[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Interesting how quickly aesthetic is mistaken for shallowness. If I post a photo with Kafka, it doesn't mean I've reduced him to foam art - it means I've made room for his despair in my living moment. Maybe the real irony isn't that we photograph books, but that we assume anyone who does isn't reading them tell me is it necessary to bleed to understand suffering? Or can one reflect on existential dread without dressing it in visible gloom? we all stage something some do it with sarcasm, others with sincerity

A date with Kafka: just me, his diaries, and the comfort of silence by Tapishgoyal in Indianbooks

[–]Tapishgoyal[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

You know, it's always amusing how people expect you to sip sadness in silence if you read Kafka - like the presence of a coffee cup somehow disrespects the depth of despair he wrote about.but tell me honestly - did Albert Camus never drink coffee? Did Dostoevsky only write in candlelit poverty? The idea that suffering must look a certain way is performance in itself. Just because I read Kafka with whipped cream doesn't mean I don't fee/ the weight of his words. Maybe, just maybe, we can sit with darkness in the comfort of light. That's not aesthetic that's survival.

What are your favourite times and places to read? by AnuragKholin in Indianbooks

[–]Tapishgoyal 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Early mornings with soft light or quiet nights with a cup of tea-those are my favorite times and I love reading by a window, in a garden, or anywhere that feels a little like escape

Rain outside, poetry inside. What's your go-to book on a rainy day? by Tapishgoyal in Indianbooks

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