A Hostile Literary Society

Do you own a copy of Ulysses you've never read? Are you comfortable hating the protagonist you just followed for 300 pages? Are you... okay?

If your answer to that last question was no, welcome to the Hostile Literary Society! 

Where:

• Books recommended by Oprah are banned.
• We don't read anything written after the Cold War ended.
• Arguing over syntax is more than just a personality trait—it's a moral imperative.
• There are no books involving “found family,” unless that family is found dead in a ditch.
• And now featuring: no clear heroes or resolutions! Ahhh... now that's what I call fiction!

Modern books are too sterile—too easy to read, too eager to be understood. Like that person trauma dumping on you at the bar. We’re not here to say “oh yeah, I read” and then hold up a YA novel disguised as adult fiction.

We want contradiction. We want to hold something slippery and difficult and still feel satisfied when it escapes our grasp. This isn’t about comfort. It’s about confrontation—of society, of the self. It’s about being okay with a fight erupting over a semicolon. If you're looking for something that argues back, come join us.