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Could you be convinced to post your list?![]()
It's not my thread, and it may not be my place (but when has that ever stopped me before?) - still, in no particular order:
1) Le Carre - for beautiful judged, swift character descriptions. he can make you understand someone in depth merely by describing their coat.
2) Beckett - for all the reasons mentioned above.
3) Conrad - particularly Heart of Darkness and Nostromo. Astonishing power.
4) Nabokov - Lolita of course, but also the brilliant Pale Fire. The kind of prose that shimmers with perfection.
5) Calvino - everything he ever wrote is profoundly lyrical, tender, empathetic and extraordinarily imaginative. Try Cosmicomics or Invisible Cities, or the astonishing Castle of Crossed Destinies, complete with built in tarot cards.
6) Borges - for realising that one didn't have to write a novel when one could pretend it had already been written, and make references to it in a short story. Also, for his stupendous imagination and concision.
7) Robert MacFarlane - The Old Ways - beautiful writing about place, which becomes, as all great writing does, more about the place of the human heart in this world than anything else. Mesmerising. I could also mention Bruce Chatwin and the superb WG Sebald in this regard.
8) PG Wodehouse. No mention of English prose is complete without him. The funniest writer who ever lived, and a superb master of epithets and prose. Wodehouse fans, rather than conversing, tend to simply swap similes until one gives up. Glorious, life-affirming stuff.
9) Laurence Sterne - Tristram Shandy. Perhaps the first post-modernist, who more than two hundred and fifty years ago was doing stream of consciousness, little drawings, and even has two entirely black pages to indicate a death. Ludicrously ahead of its time.
10) Joyce - All the others, in having something to teach us about writing, can do so by inspiration - imagination, precision, etc. Joyce shows us the limits of what is possible. The novel cannot do more than it did in Finnegans Wake. Whatever else we do with the form, we cannot push it further than he has already pushed it. He delineated its boundaries more fearsomely than a mediaeval map covered with griffins and dragons. If nothing else, he teaches humility.
Anyway, that would be mine, for what it's worth. And the caveat, as always with these things, is that I'd probably come up with an almost entirely different list tomorrow...