The "literary" writer need not be an intellectual one. Jeering at status-conscious consumers, bandying about words like "ontological" and "nominalism," chanting Red River hokum as if it were from a lost book of the Old Testament: this is what passes for profundity in novels these days. Even the most obvious triteness is acceptable, provided it comes with a postmodern wink. What is not tolerated is a strong element of action—unless, of course, the idiom is obtrusive enough to keep suspense to a minimum. Conversely, a natural prose style can be pardoned if a novel's pace is slow enough, as was the case with Ha Jin's aptly titled Waiting, which won the National Book Award (1999) and the PEN/Faulkner Award (2000).
this doesn't seem meaningless to me, i mean there are clear criteria being specified
i dunno about good prose but i can certainly identify prose that i enjoy and prose that i don't, and to some extent identify the reasons
Agreed. It's coherent, it's just not necessarily *right.* For instance, I will agree that Proulx tends to go overboard with her wordplay fairly consistently, but that gruesome passage he cites as being "bad" is honestly a fantastic description of shock. He also doesn't seem to understand that "tonality" makes perfect sense in that sentence from Auster's Timbuktu, perhaps because he doesn't know a lot about music. The issue is not that his taste is narrow or bad per se, but that he has serious blind spots and seems to believe that all modern "literary" prose is somehow weaker than what preceded it, which is such a grumpy fussbudget position to take.
The last time I read it I was even less charitable, to be fair, but now that I'm past my irritation I just feel like I'm reading something with a clear thesis which is exceedingly biased and myopic rather totally ridiculous.
People will talk about good prose vs bad prose and none of it means anything to me, they are saying words, but none of them mean anything
Because a lot of people have ill-conceived opinions on things they don't need to have opinions about and yours may not align with other people's because fiction is inherently subjective?
If you mean that article specifically, it makes sense with the examples when he breaks down the different types of prose he dislikes (and likes) and why, but I can see getting weary of it very fast.
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This whole article is meaningless
there you go
i dunno about good prose but i can certainly identify prose that i enjoy and prose that i don't, and to some extent identify the reasons
The last time I read it I was even less charitable, to be fair, but now that I'm past my irritation I just feel like I'm reading something with a clear thesis which is exceedingly biased and myopic rather totally ridiculous.
Why are you fixating so hard on a moderately annoying article in the Atlantic.
I literally have no idea what is being said