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Hm. This is very interesting, the perspectives.
This is how I see it:
Joyce, Conrad and Updike (easily the greatest American stylist of the past fifty years) are the only ones who belong on demonrail's top list.
The three contemporary Brits are fine ("fine" as in "excellent"), but Martin Amis is certainly their equal, if not their superior.
I don't know who the fuck would even mention Ellroy in the same breath as the others. And I know others consider McCarthy a great stylist, but that's a joke. That particular emperor is buck naked.
Bellow, Roth and Delillo kick the living shit out of, say, Graham Greene.
And if Hemingway's you're gold standard, nevermind my Nabokov suggestion, and certainly nevermind Faulkner. I thought you were just bitching about bad sentences.
By the way, can you imagine if Nabokov followed Hemingway's example, all that would've been lost? Shudder.
I say fuck minimalism. Maximize that shit, yo! I'm hungry, feed me.
Like I said, just how I see it.
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