Ryan Ruby’s prose HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH >A British Airways jet, high above the coast of New England. The captain has turned off the fasten seatbelt sign, but mine remains strapped tightly across my waist. My fingers clutch the armrests, knuckles white. The air hostess evens her trolley with our row and bestows a sympathetic elevation of her eyebrows on me as she clears minibottles, plastic cups, crumpled napkins off my tray table. The other passengers regard me with caution. When I stumbled back from the toilet, I found that the young mother in my row had exchanged places with her tow-headed, round-faced toddler, who now stares obliviously at the white fields outside the window, in order to provide him with a buffer zone in case I were to do something erratic. Perhaps I’d been mumbling to myself again: a dangerous perhaps. >I tried to apologise to her, to explain that I rarely drink so much, it’s only on planes that… but no luck. She doesn’t speak English. >It’s true, flying terrifies me. I can count the number of times I’ve done it on one hand. Twice with my parents. Once with school. Most recently, to Berlin with Zach during the Easter holiday. None of which has remotely prepared me to endure this seven-hour trans-Atlantic torture. Nothing — not a book or an inflight movie or even three minibottles of whisky — helps me to relax. The least bit of turbulence, every unexpected dip in altitude, signals The Beginning of a Crash. >On the flight to Berlin, Zach noticed my anxiety and argued that this was precisely what was so interesting about air travel. It was to be regarded, he said, as an exercise in amor fati. As soon as you stepped through the doors, you were forced to resign yourself to the possibility that your conveyance will turn into your coffin. Your fate was no longer in your hands, no longer under your control. In fact life was always like this, but only in special circumstances were we made aware of it. If to philosophize was to prepare for death he could think of no better place to practice philosophy than on an airplane.
He pointed out the unnecessary words in a text by a writer whose mantra was "cut all unnecessary words". He took Hemingway's gun and killed him with it.
1 month ago
Anonymous
Okay okay, I suppose in light of that this thread can be less critical. Ruby looks like a pretentious gay, but maybe in this context he's saying something worthwhile.
1 month ago
Anonymous
But none of those words were unnecessary though I could see how a lesser, untrained ear could think so
1 month ago
Anonymous
>But none of those words were unnecessary
Yes, they were. > though I could see how a lesser, untrained ear could think so
When you read Hemingway what you are reading is Stein made safe for a middlebrow audience.
1 month ago
Anonymous
Ryan, you write middlebrow slop.
1 month ago
Anonymous
Easier to fight a ghost than to reply properly, I guess.
1 month ago
Anonymous
>He took Hemingway's gun and killed him with it.
Holy reddit
1 month ago
Anonymous
It's a Hemingway metaphor
lol
1 month ago
Anonymous
You don’t even know what a metaphor is tbh
1 month ago
Anonymous
Nice pivot. End of the day you called Hemingway reddit lol
1 month ago
Anonymous
>doesn’t know what a metaphor is
Yeah, you’re reddit
1 month ago
Anonymous
Nice try but it's too late now. You call the writer you simp for 'reddit'. We all saw it, simp.
1 month ago
Anonymous
You quite literally don’t know what a metaphor is HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA isn’t that taught in elementary school. Ryan, daddy must have deep pockets
1 month ago
Anonymous
You didn't recognize Hemingway's words and you called him 'reddit' LMAO isn't that lovely? Send my kisses to your mother, Jimmy.
>It was to be regarded, he said, as an exercise in amor fati. As soon as you stepped through the doors, you were forced to resign yourself to the possibility that your conveyance will turn into your coffin. Your fate was no longer in your hands, no longer under your control. In fact life was always like this, but only in special circumstances were we made aware of it.
No wonder middlebrow schlock impresses morons like you with a lukewarm IQ
This mogs Hemingway but it's not attached to a prestigious name so IQfy pseuds say it sucks. If you had said this was an excerpt from Hemingway or Nabokov or whoever, pseuds would've lapped it up like the dogs they are.
It's funny how the hemgays can't refute him and instead just try to attack his work without giving any actual criticism. Tells you everything about the kind of 'people' who read Hemingay.
Because Ruby doesn't subscribe to le minimalist prose, le cut all unnecessary words, or le iceberg theory. Hemingway did. He's criticizing Hemingway using his own dogma.
>writes in the present tense >one sentence in his seat clutching the armrest like a limp wristed loser >next sentence stumbling from the bathroom
Can’t even write a consistent paragraph kek
>On the flight to Berlin, Zach noticed my anxiety and argued that this was precisely what was so interesting about air travel. It was to be regarded, he said, as an exercise in amor fati. As soon as you stepped through the doors, you were forced to resign yourself to the possibility that your conveyance will turn into your coffin.
only halfway decent part, but still stinks of that pseudy huberman bro wisdom these gays sling around at parties all the time
Yeah, if you are low IQ and the movie dead poets society was too challenging for you
1 month ago
Anonymous
you're trying too hard homosexual. nobody's impressed by the amor fati namedrop, but it would at least stand out for more than a picosecond in a college creative writing class
1 month ago
Anonymous
You clearly were impressed, you mouth breather, since you keep insisting on it’s quality >picosecond
1 month ago
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for his class, it's okay.
1 month ago
Anonymous
>it’s quality >it's
Learn English before trying to lecture others, moron.
It's funny how the hemgays can't refute him and instead just try to attack his work without giving any actual criticism. Tells you everything about the kind of 'people' who read Hemingay.
writing doesn't need to be technically impressive to be beautiful. i once knew this guy who was moronic, and i noticed that he seemed to enjoy life more than non-moronic people; he was perpetually childlike and playful and seemingly unaware of how fricked his life is. i thought the guy proved that intelligence is correlated with suffering. i changed my mind when his mother suddenly died--i saw very clearly that pain registers in him just as deeply as it could in anyone. no one is spared from the human condition's brutal nature. certain things he said have stuck in my memory for years.
that anecdote is proof enough for me that, if your goal is to communicate intimate/ineffable ideas with your reader, you can do it with the contents of your message alone; beauty doesn't always admit discourse with excellence. that moronic guy communicated more profound things than most people i've met, even a few authors expressly dedicated to that purpose. of course, it may be crucial to note that he did it by accident; it was maybe similar to finding beauty in a landscape or sunset. maybe i'm wrong about all this. style is never going to be a bad thing for an author, so honestly this is a stupid train of thought and i should've spent these words on something else.
in conclusion, hemingway is pretty cool. also i don't know who ryan ruby is but is name is irritating
Frick Hemingway. Frick his style. And frick flash fiction. You're writing a fricking novel, not writing Sam I Am and limiting yourself to 50 words.
You only cut words for clarity's sake and to improve the rhythm of the prose. You don't cut shit just because it can be done. It's clear whoever wrote this was going for a certain tone, and that tone is lost in the edit.
Hemingway is garbage but I don't think I've ever heard anyone praise him for his prose. >Hem
I know twitter has character limitations but it's always nauseating watching Twitter users trying to talk smart. It would probably be even worse if you gave them space to speak. You cannot say anything intelligent in 140 characters.
Who is this literally-who? Some garbage contemporary writer?
Ryan Ruby is a trustfund pseud who writes middlebrow novels worse than Murakami
are you the guy who met him at a party and he rejected your sexual advances or whatever? There was an anon who said something like that
Hey, Ryan. How’s daddy’s deposits looking these days? Five+ years in Germany and you still can’t even speak a single sentence of German. Sad.
People like that need all of their unnecessary organs removed (their brain).
people like what?
that last post is pathetic
Yea, he's cringe for trying to be diplomatic. He should've shat on both the man and the writer.
Ryan Ruby’s prose HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
>A British Airways jet, high above the coast of New England. The captain has turned off the fasten seatbelt sign, but mine remains strapped tightly across my waist. My fingers clutch the armrests, knuckles white. The air hostess evens her trolley with our row and bestows a sympathetic elevation of her eyebrows on me as she clears minibottles, plastic cups, crumpled napkins off my tray table. The other passengers regard me with caution. When I stumbled back from the toilet, I found that the young mother in my row had exchanged places with her tow-headed, round-faced toddler, who now stares obliviously at the white fields outside the window, in order to provide him with a buffer zone in case I were to do something erratic. Perhaps I’d been mumbling to myself again: a dangerous perhaps.
>I tried to apologise to her, to explain that I rarely drink so much, it’s only on planes that… but no luck. She doesn’t speak English.
>It’s true, flying terrifies me. I can count the number of times I’ve done it on one hand. Twice with my parents. Once with school. Most recently, to Berlin with Zach during the Easter holiday. None of which has remotely prepared me to endure this seven-hour trans-Atlantic torture. Nothing — not a book or an inflight movie or even three minibottles of whisky — helps me to relax. The least bit of turbulence, every unexpected dip in altitude, signals The Beginning of a Crash.
>On the flight to Berlin, Zach noticed my anxiety and argued that this was precisely what was so interesting about air travel. It was to be regarded, he said, as an exercise in amor fati. As soon as you stepped through the doors, you were forced to resign yourself to the possibility that your conveyance will turn into your coffin. Your fate was no longer in your hands, no longer under your control. In fact life was always like this, but only in special circumstances were we made aware of it. If to philosophize was to prepare for death he could think of no better place to practice philosophy than on an airplane.
>Perhaps I’d been mumbling to myself again: a dangerous perhaps.
Oh shit, I missed this somehow. I take some of this
back. Don't like that.
What's the problem, stylistically speaking?
Point out the problems like he did with Hemingway
Ask your “editor,” Ryan. Also ask him to put you in touch with a doctor for your balding
So you can't point out the mistakes? Sad!
It's bland and sophomoric
He didn't do shit
He pointed out the unnecessary words in a text by a writer whose mantra was "cut all unnecessary words". He took Hemingway's gun and killed him with it.
Okay okay, I suppose in light of that this thread can be less critical. Ruby looks like a pretentious gay, but maybe in this context he's saying something worthwhile.
But none of those words were unnecessary though I could see how a lesser, untrained ear could think so
>But none of those words were unnecessary
Yes, they were.
> though I could see how a lesser, untrained ear could think so
When you read Hemingway what you are reading is Stein made safe for a middlebrow audience.
Ryan, you write middlebrow slop.
Easier to fight a ghost than to reply properly, I guess.
>He took Hemingway's gun and killed him with it.
Holy reddit
It's a Hemingway metaphor
lol
You don’t even know what a metaphor is tbh
Nice pivot. End of the day you called Hemingway reddit lol
>doesn’t know what a metaphor is
Yeah, you’re reddit
Nice try but it's too late now. You call the writer you simp for 'reddit'. We all saw it, simp.
You quite literally don’t know what a metaphor is HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA isn’t that taught in elementary school. Ryan, daddy must have deep pockets
You didn't recognize Hemingway's words and you called him 'reddit' LMAO isn't that lovely? Send my kisses to your mother, Jimmy.
This isn't even bad, honestly.
Would still rather read Hemingway though.
>It was to be regarded, he said, as an exercise in amor fati. As soon as you stepped through the doors, you were forced to resign yourself to the possibility that your conveyance will turn into your coffin. Your fate was no longer in your hands, no longer under your control. In fact life was always like this, but only in special circumstances were we made aware of it.
No wonder middlebrow schlock impresses morons like you with a lukewarm IQ
yeah, I eat paint too
suck my dick
This is the average person that critiques the classic authors. Literal toilet drivel.
This mogs Hemingway but it's not attached to a prestigious name so IQfy pseuds say it sucks. If you had said this was an excerpt from Hemingway or Nabokov or whoever, pseuds would've lapped it up like the dogs they are.
Holy delusional. You genuinely are fricking stupid
See
>...bestows a sympathetic elevation of her eyebrows on me...
what a homosexual, why not just say something like
>...she looked over me, sympathetic...
Because Ruby doesn't subscribe to le minimalist prose, le cut all unnecessary words, or le iceberg theory. Hemingway did. He's criticizing Hemingway using his own dogma.
>writes in the present tense
>one sentence in his seat clutching the armrest like a limp wristed loser
>next sentence stumbling from the bathroom
Can’t even write a consistent paragraph kek
This is garbage. It reads like he's pushing against the outer limits of his writing ability while trying to limit the word count.
It's like hearing some guy hit a boiler with a monkey wrench kind of rhythmically.
>On the flight to Berlin, Zach noticed my anxiety and argued that this was precisely what was so interesting about air travel. It was to be regarded, he said, as an exercise in amor fati. As soon as you stepped through the doors, you were forced to resign yourself to the possibility that your conveyance will turn into your coffin.
only halfway decent part, but still stinks of that pseudy huberman bro wisdom these gays sling around at parties all the time
That part sucks fricking dick, it's early twenties wannabe writer tryhard shit.
It all does, but that part sucks the least dick
Yeah, if you are low IQ and the movie dead poets society was too challenging for you
you're trying too hard homosexual. nobody's impressed by the amor fati namedrop, but it would at least stand out for more than a picosecond in a college creative writing class
You clearly were impressed, you mouth breather, since you keep insisting on it’s quality
>picosecond
for his class, it's okay.
>it’s quality
>it's
Learn English before trying to lecture others, moron.
Ryan is is in his early 40s
>is is
Why so nervous?
> early 40s
He was in his 30s when he wrote it judging by publication date.
Even more embarrassing for Ruby
How come?
he's right you know
>Ruby sissies and Stein lessies, I don’t feel so good…
>Stein has tal—
Uhhh Stein grifters, we keep getting BTFO out by actual intellectuals … not like this
>she didn't say the things I wanted about le painters!
God, what a homosexual. Meanwhile Hemingway bought some painting because it was le "cute".
It's funny how the hemgays can't refute him and instead just try to attack his work without giving any actual criticism. Tells you everything about the kind of 'people' who read Hemingay.
Bert and Ernie Hemingway
I CAN'T STAND SMUG PRETENTIOUS homosexualS ANYMORE, EVERY FORMERLY NOBLE VOCATION IS FILLED WITH SMUG PRETENTIOUS homosexualS
WE ARE A SICK CIVILIZATION AND WE NEED TO DIE SO SOMETHING, ANYTHING, CAN LIVE AGAIN
>He took Hemingway's gun and killed him with it
>It's a Hemingway metaphor
No fricking way this was said on IQfy. Too many morons browse this board
>Not a single actual counter-criticism or even a defense.
Ruby won (again). Try harder next time, hemgays.
>It's a Hemingway metaphor
writing doesn't need to be technically impressive to be beautiful. i once knew this guy who was moronic, and i noticed that he seemed to enjoy life more than non-moronic people; he was perpetually childlike and playful and seemingly unaware of how fricked his life is. i thought the guy proved that intelligence is correlated with suffering. i changed my mind when his mother suddenly died--i saw very clearly that pain registers in him just as deeply as it could in anyone. no one is spared from the human condition's brutal nature. certain things he said have stuck in my memory for years.
that anecdote is proof enough for me that, if your goal is to communicate intimate/ineffable ideas with your reader, you can do it with the contents of your message alone; beauty doesn't always admit discourse with excellence. that moronic guy communicated more profound things than most people i've met, even a few authors expressly dedicated to that purpose. of course, it may be crucial to note that he did it by accident; it was maybe similar to finding beauty in a landscape or sunset. maybe i'm wrong about all this. style is never going to be a bad thing for an author, so honestly this is a stupid train of thought and i should've spent these words on something else.
in conclusion, hemingway is pretty cool. also i don't know who ryan ruby is but is name is irritating
Frick Hemingway. Frick his style. And frick flash fiction. You're writing a fricking novel, not writing Sam I Am and limiting yourself to 50 words.
You only cut words for clarity's sake and to improve the rhythm of the prose. You don't cut shit just because it can be done. It's clear whoever wrote this was going for a certain tone, and that tone is lost in the edit.
Hemingway is garbage but I don't think I've ever heard anyone praise him for his prose.
>Hem
I know twitter has character limitations but it's always nauseating watching Twitter users trying to talk smart. It would probably be even worse if you gave them space to speak. You cannot say anything intelligent in 140 characters.
Who is this literally-who? Some garbage contemporary writer?
>I don't think I've ever heard anyone praise him for his prose.
come on now
Try harder, Ry
I'm too busy fricking German cuties. What can I do you for?