This is a much more attentive and intricate job of moviemaking, with lines of terse narrative winging on and off the screen and perfectly fitted together.
Sometimes in oracular free associations, sometimes in terse narrative, Mr. Dylan has a lot on his mind: women, class, journeys, power, the inscrutable will of God and the omnipresence of death.
It comprises a terse narrative about a decision maker, multimedia sources including a podcast that link to and enrich the text, and an engaged learning exercise that walks users through the potential and constraints of emerging cost benefit analysis methods for climate adaptation planning.
They respected the unsentimental bluntness of songs like "I Walk the Line" and the terse narratives of songs like "Folsom Prison Blues," in which he plays a murderer.
The tantalizing slickness of the play's construction is matched by a terse, elliptical narrative style.
Apart from the low-keyed P strand, it is mostly splendid narrative, including the Elohist's account of the (aborted) sacrifice of Isaac by his father in response to God's command, a terse story packed with meaning, and the Joseph story about the son of Jacob who is sold into slavery by his brothers, rises to a high post in the Egyptian court, and ultimately helps his family to settle in Egypt.
Unlike the confessional poets who influenced her earliest verses, Jean Valentine has come to adopt a more skeletal approach to personal experience, preferring terse lyric fragments to continuous narrative.
From a few pages of oblique dialogue and terse prose, Mr. Rush extrapolates a narrative that is less jarring and more familiar than anything in Carver, but nonetheless true to the writer's tough, compassionate and intimately knowing apprehension of masculine defeat.
Going long where those previous narratives were almost cruelly terse, "All That Is" gobbles the whole arc of a man's lifetime as its subject, opening near the end of World War II, when Philip Bowman is a junior naval officer on a ship bound for Japan.
But each time I read them, I find myself passing quickly from one entry to the next, rushing onward as if these terse, meticulous notes were a flood of narrative bearing me downstream.
Others seem oddly unconnected to the image, as if the writer were jotting a terse, sometimes tense afterthought that leaves a larger narrative hanging.
