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Tell me about books with beautiful language. Characters and plot be damned, I just want to read something full of exquisite prose that flows with poetic rhythm and lyrical grace. Name me novels home to lovely words.

Pic is related on something of a whim. DFW definitely had a knack for lovely composition, but I'd hesitate to call his work anything nearing flawless in that regard.

>> No.6497962

>>6497956
>exquisite prose
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>>6497956

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>beautiful language
>exquisite prose
>poetic rhythm
>lyrical grace

>IJ

>> No.6497968

>>6497962
>>6497964
>what is reading comprehension?

>>6497956
A River Runs Through It (Maclean)
Young Men and Fire (Maclean)
Suttree (McCarthy)
The Crossing (McCarthy)
World's End (TC Boyle)

>> No.6497972

>>6497956
Lo Lee TA

>> No.6497973

>>6497956
Everything Nabokov wrote in English. Read his memoir.

>> No.6497978

Proust. One of the greatest stylist of all time.

>> No.6497981

Nabokov, Faulkner, McCarthy, DeLillo, Updike.
Try Updike's Rabbit books.

>> No.6497985

>>6497973
“Whenever in my dreams I see the dead, they always appear silent, bothered, strangely depressed, quite unlike their dear, bright selves. I am aware of them, without any astonishment, in surroundings they never visited during their earthly existence, in the house of some friend of mine they never knew. They sit apart, frowning at the floor, as if death were a dark taint, a shameful family secret. It is certainly not then - not in dreams - but when one is wide awake, at moments of robust joy and achievement, on the highest terrace of consciousness, that mortality has a chance to peer beyond its own limits, from the mast, from the past and its castle tower. And although nothing much can be seen through the mist, there is somehow the blissful feeling that one is looking in the right direction.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory

>> No.6497990

As I Lay Dying
Mason & Dixon
One hundred years of solitude
The anatomy of melancholy
I'm search of lost time

>> No.6497992

>>6497956

Presumably Proust and Flaubert (english trans of Bovary was really good, imo)
Joyce
Woolf's Orlando has its moments, I think
I can't really deny how good Autumn of the Patriarch's prose is, though I didn't like the book too much.

>> No.6498062

>>6497992
I'm probably the greatest Marquez fan you'll find here, and even I thought he went to excess in that one. The style becomes mindboggling and convoluted without real substance to work as counterweight.

>> No.6498077

>exquisite prose
Kill yourself my man

>> No.6498126

>>6498077
Okay bro. Next life I'll try to ask about "books written all nice-like" so as not to appear pretentious. Shit, I mean "so I don't look all over-learned."

Thanks to everyone who's posted suggestions so far. Appreciate it.

>> No.6498285

William H. Gass is like a cross between Faulkner and Nabokov.

>> No.6498297

>>6498285
>Gas
>Not a cross between Joyce and Proust

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>>6497956
>DFW definitely had a knack for lovely composition

why don't you give us an example?

>> No.6499095

>>6497956
Do yourself a massive favor and read Faulkner's The Bear. The second chapter is absolutely my favorite piece of prose.