Word: prose
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Norman Mailer drives around in such a charismatic prose that even when he merely waves at something, it acquires a shine, a lingering phosphorescence. It is the Heisenberg principle of his own egomania...
...himself fall back on his story's inherent interest and flow. Like James Clavell, he displays a wonderful "can't put it down" sense of narrative. In a nervous, frustrating tale, Thompson is at ease, carefully building the tension and leaving you asking for more. His colorful prose defines the story, and draws it along smoothly. A less talented writer might have been lost along the dizzying itinerary or among the endless crowds of characters. But Thompson is at his best, drawing brief but dffective character sketches and artfully blending his actors into his gripping story...
Wolff lucidly discerns and expresses his complex, ambivalent emotions--shame mixed with admiration, repulsion juxtaposed with idolatry. His slickly-written prose deceives in its own way, presenting what must have been an exhaustive process of disengagement as a cinch to untangle. His rapid-fire style is possible because Wolff refuses to become mired in the devastations of youth. The straightforward manner could only be assumed by someone who has weeded an overgrown and tangled history and arrived at a resolution with which he can comfortably live...
...film begins with a simple bit of prose, beaten into the ground in grade school and forgotten after age 15--the pledge of allegiance. "The pledge of allegiance is a very big thing," Canadian-born Jewison said last week. To make this point, he recruited Lazlo Kovak--a cameraman whose strong sense of style attracted most of the critical acclaim for Woody Allen's Interiors. The voices of children in the background rise as Kovak zeroes in on a blackboard and an American flag--"and to the republic for which it stands one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty...
Gordimer's prose, brutal in its precision and sensuousness, conveys Rosa's struggle with an immediacy that makes detachment impossible. She bombards us with images harsh and lush; passion for the country whose policies she hates scorches the pages, evoking South Africa's beauty, sordidness and terror. She moves from the overripe living room of an apartheid apologist to the stinking hut in a black township, from the lucid vigor of South Africa to the luxury of the Rivieva. Her prose mimics the near-cryptic, emotionally loaded economy of poetry, with all its symbolic richness. Reading this book is almost...