Writer Zoë Heller, who first read Didion as a teenager, says: "I think she did interesting things with journalistic prose, things other people hadn't done before.
A journalistic master of panic, he writes what might be called hardboiled market prose: Next thing you knew it was down six.
In such a conceptual universe, how can the gods themselves fail to remain earthed, evolving even as transcending?" If I'm right about the inner conflict reflected in Soyinka's contorted prose, one thing I wish I could say to him is that perhaps he takes Africa's woes too much to heart.
Boothby's clear, unfussy prose rattles things along.
And who can be indifferent to the impressionistic metaphoricity of Virginia Woolf's prose, where things "quiver," "tremble" "melt" and "overflow," constantly threatening to exceed themselves?
But ask COCA which past-tense verbs show up more frequently in fiction compared with, say, academic prose, and things start to get interesting: the top five are "grimaced," "scowled," "grunted," "wiggled" and "gritted".
"Again, it's the prose versus poetry thing," he said.
As always with Moody, the prose is the thing, and this book signals a return to the form of Purple America.
However, after the rediscovery of the entire letter, doubts emerged regarding this attribution: Dear Sir, In the midst of our short conversation of yesterday, & still more pleasant than short, you expressed a wish to receive a sketch in prose of the thing we desired.
Ms. Prose said that "things seem to have gotten better" during the last two years, maybe because there has been "some stronger writing by women".
