Dark, melancholic, philosophical literature?

[allredtillblue]

Anything by James Anchower is gonna be pretty dark.

 

[GIBrat51]

Ohhh - you like Russian literature! What P.G. Wodehouse once described as "600 pages of gloom and despair, until the muhzik commits suicide with a knout". Actually, I kinda like it, too; especially Turganev's stuff. Russian literature was a struggle at first, until I finally realized that everybody has at least 3 names; so there really weren't 45 people to keep track of - only 15.

 

[ShredderMaximus]

How about some dark melancholic black metal?

Can't say much about lyrical content since I don't speak Norwegian, but an amazing album to put on in the background while lost in thought.

 

[HeavyAxe]

How about some dark melancholic black metal?

Can't say much about lyrical content since I don't speak Norwegian, but an amazing album to put on in the background while lost in thought.

Isn't all black metal dark and melancholic?
Good stuff regardless!

 

[ShredderMaximus]

Isn't all black metal dark and melancholic?
Good stuff regardless!

True, but I really like the moodier melodic tone of this album in particular.

 

[HeavyAxe]

True, but I really like the moodier melodic tone of this album in particular.

I've been listen' to lots of old school (mainly Swedish) death metal lately, so I haven't been feeling the atmospheric mournful vibe lately. More like the undead, flesh-devouring, Satanic, blood and guts vibe.

Though, here is two folky black metal albums I've been playing lately. Love the keyboards/synth on the first one.


I really love that second album, Edelland. Very cool too since its vocals are entirely in Old English. Wæs þú hál!

 

[Happynoj]

'White Noise' by Don DeLillo.

 

[line6man]

Kafka's "Metamorphosis"

Granted I am not very well read on philosophy and Literature, I enjoyed this story. It's weird and dark.
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[cdef]

The gloom is strong in Sir Thomas Browne's Hydriotaphia, or Urne Buriall, a meditation on mortality inspired by some old remains that were dug up in 1667. Still, his dignified prose sustains a mood which is both somber and sober:

"But who knows the fate of his bones, or how often he is to be buried? who hath the Oracle of his ashes, or whither they are to be scattered? The Reliques of many lie like the ruins of Pompeys, in all parts of the earth; ... Time which antiquates Antiquities, and hath an art to make dust of all things, hath yet spared these minor Monuments."

Journey To The End Of The Night by Louis-Ferdinand Céline is the bleakest of novels, notorious for its thorough misanthropy.

 

[Qlanq]

"Gateway" by Frederik Pohl. "The Iron Heel" by Jack London.