Word: prose
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Scare the pants off you," Nixon says, feet up on his desk, spectacles on, leafing through his raw prose. "Dicey time ahead for the United States ... the next two decades will be a time of maximum crisis ... 1985 is the year we face inferiority. Not just No. 2, but way back...
...those who are impressed by the profundity of a shrug ("So it goes") have probably found the guru they deserve. At the same time, Vonnegut is one of the few truly original and distinctive stylists to emerge in the past 20 years. The clarity and apparent simplicity of his prose are sure signs of the craft that went into making...
...hard desert of the Muslim north: "It depressed me to see the starved, tethered donkeys outside suffering while the fat ones ate, and the thirsty chickens dashing for a chance to peck at our spit." In the river town of Gelhak he records the visual cacophony in Polaroid prose: "We saw a man with a monkey's nose; and a woman whose feet were reversed, her toes pointing back wards. More turbans and tarbooshes now, more Arabs, as well as the eggplant-black Dinkas, and purple Nuer with carved stripes that circled their foreheads under the hairline, and Shilluk...
...winner of a National Book Award (for The Oysters of Locmariaquer, 1964), Clark combines an elegant prose style with a richly lyrical gift. But her true metier is nonfiction, which better serves her discerning eye. Readers of Oysters or Rome and a Villa will not be surprised to find that the best thing in Gloria Mundi is her evocation of New England's character and countryside.-Annalyn Swan
...with the figure of a spare 14-year-old. She stares out with the enormous, haunted eyes of a Keane waif, of a wounded bird, menaced and fragile. Readers who have grown over the years to admire the superb moody intelligence of Joan Didion's prose have first had to learn that this alarming vulnerability is an affectation and a part of her strategy as a writer. Despite all the fits of weeping and the killer migraines and the California dreads that blow across her novels and essays like the Santa Ana winds, Didion is on the whole...