A gust of wind blew across the yard. The overhanging flaps of the table cloth fluttered. A napkin went flying across the lawn. The foliage above us swished. I lifted my glass and drank, shuddered as the acidic taste hit my palate, and once again recognized that clear, pure sensation that arose with approaching intoxication, and the desire to pursue it that always followed.
>>9582039
God tier prose
>>9582039
i read
>overhanging flaps
and thought of something very different
>>9583382
yeah my nutsack currently in your mouth
how does it taste huh?
>>9582039
what's with the 7th grade prose? please don't tell me this is from an actual published book
>>9582039
He and Wallace are on the same level
>>9583610
The bullying of DFW has to stop lads
>>9582039
I'm actually genuinely a fan of his prose. Very simplistic, it doesn't lie. He doesn't feel the need to be over-elaborate, he just tells it like it is. No pointless verbosity. It lends itself to approachable characters and accessible fiction. I think people get too hung up on the fact that it's not conventionally 'good' and doesn't conform to this idea of traditional thought-driven literature.
>>9582039
>The foliage above us swished
That's objectively bad writing
>>9583618
no, he's ridden on his horse horse for too long, 2017 will be the year it all comes crashing down for him.
>>9582039
this is an excerpt from my struggle by karl ove knausgaard
>>9583627
How would you have written it well?
>>9583635
Oh so it's translated. That makes more sense. Also
>my struggle
wonder where I heard that one before
>>9583660
The foliage that filled the air upon us swembled and reminded me of my grandmother's trifle as it wobbled on the windowsill