We Are Now Beginning Our Descent is full of sentences whose sole purpose is to keep the narrative strands apart.
Indeed, Caveon's report, posted on USA Today's Web site, was full of sentences like, "Redacted was interviewed at redacted".
Scream is full of sentences in this style – short, blunt, purposely self-evident – which Janowitz deftly deployed in her early fiction.
Curtis's scripts are full of sentences like: "This is the story of the rise of the dream of the self-organising system and the strange machine fantasy that underpins it".
The majority of the letters in this first volume were written to Beckett's close friend Thomas McGreevy, and are full of sentences that ring with the declarative pithiness of a good Facebook or Twitter status update.
It's full of sentences like this one: "I'm not saying that one way of self-referencing is always superior to the other, but I do want to stress the desirability of increasing our awareness of how we reference ourselves so that we can work out how we place ourselves on the internal-external scale".
I was impressed by Kate Atkinson's time-bending "Life After Life," which was clever without being precious, and I was exhilarated by Rachel Kushner's vivid evocation of nineteen-seventies New York in "The Flamethrowers," which was full of sentences that made me want to set the book down and applaud.
John Donne's sermons are full of sentences that are ever-alert and open to the world: "And into that gate they shall enter, and in that house they shall dwell, where there shall be no Cloud nor Sun, no darkness nor dazzling, but one equal light … ".
Dame Rebecca West, speaking in singing tones, like a prophetess intoning from the walls of Troy on behalf of a fellow-prophet, said that "Lady Chatterley" was an allegory — beautiful but full of sentences that any child could make a fool of.
Working as a journalist did not beat the poet out of her – Brooks's fiction is frequently beautiful, poetic at times, packed full of sentences to relish aloud – a river of "water as unlike our clear fast-flowing freshets as a fat broody hen to a hummingbird" in March; the hero who "walked through the woods like a young Adam, naming creation" in Caleb's Crossing.
