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re: So Wired did a hit piece on Brandon Sanderson of all people
Posted on 4/3/23 at 8:51 pm to Freauxzen
Posted on 4/3/23 at 8:51 pm to Freauxzen
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MOST fiction now suffers from mediocre prose. Fantasy or no
All it takes to shock the system is to read any random page of a Fitzgerald novel/novella. Or Hemingway. Or Twain. You then look at what passes for "good" fiction today and it's laughably bland from a wordsmith standpoint. Has to be a metaphor in there for the modern world somewhere.
Those frickers weren't boring, either, so the dickhead who wrote this thing wouldn't be so "meh" about it. Of course, most of them would eat him alive if they even deigned to grant him five minutes.
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Posted on 4/3/23 at 9:02 pm to Ace Midnight
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All it takes to shock the system is to read any random page of a Fitzgerald novel
I know this is like putting the Detroit Redwings up against a peewee hockey team, but I just opened to a random page (pinky swear) of The Great Gatsby:
quote:
"In the music-room Gatsby turned on a solitary lamp beside the piano. He lit Daisy's cigarette from a trembling match, and sat down with her on a couch far across the room, where there was no light save what the gleaming floor bounced in from the hall.
When Klipspringer had played The Love Nest he turned around on the bench and searched unhappily for Gatsby in the gloom.
"I'm all out of practice, you see. I told you I couldn't play. I'm all out of prac-"
"Don't talk so much, old sport," commanded Gatsby. "Play!"
"In the morning,
In the evening,
Ain't we got fun-"
Outside the wind was loud and there was a faint flow of thunder along the Sound. All the lights were going on in West Egg now; the electric trains, men-carrying, were plunging home through the rain from New York. It was the hour of a profound human change, and excitement was generating on the air."
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