/lit/ - Literature

Oh he's a great writer sure enough; I'd say he excels at creating certain sorts of ghostly moments and expansive sentences which deftly weave static/placid material details, psychological and social layers of character awareness, and a sort of temporal depth that can unite dimensions of objects otherwise obscured by centuries through a handful words.

But the greatest modern American prose writer he is most certainly not. He can create very complex linguistic and syntactical structures but rarely without overplaying his hand faltering at a point or two. He also lacks the kind of poetic intensity needed for the title; like I said before he can work very ghostly phrases out, but they are reflective and haunting, idle and slow-breathing; he's none of the overwhelming, hyper-vivid intensity of a writer like Pynchon. He also lacks a certain sprachgefühl; while he's nowhere near as dreadful as someone like Wallace, he sometimes feels like he can't broaden the application of words in logical ways to highlight etymological and applicative depth they possess, nor does he seem to really own language like Falkner; he lacks the deep aural sense of word necessary to spellbind.

His position is quite perfect if you ask me. Respected and recognized among those who matter but rightfully obscured to a degree.

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*troubles ironic fedora slightly, nor quite sure if if he can give a full tipping without accidentally loosing his status as ironic fedora tipper to genuine fedora tipper

looks up what metaphysical symbolizes in the dictionary again*