tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766338771771165302.post108770858920649973..comments2024-03-22T00:39:36.051-07:00Comments on On Essays: Beautiful Writing is RareEmily J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09520866547333876985noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766338771771165302.post-25736209468957851122020-02-25T04:46:07.259-08:002020-02-25T04:46:07.259-08:00our blogs are really awesome and full of informati...our blogs are really awesome and full of information. I would like to say thank you to share such good information.<br /><a href="https://technoweber.com/" rel="nofollow">Website Design And Development</a>ChristineMariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09297405137524811622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766338771771165302.post-37734091730081304262010-09-10T23:09:51.318-07:002010-09-10T23:09:51.318-07:00I liked how the passage almost has this bouncy lyr...I liked how the passage almost has this bouncy lyrical flow to it; but I agree that what defines beautiful writing is probably subjective and depends on the readers' interpretation and own literary biases. I remember reading 'Things Fall Apart', and the passage that describes a pivotal moment:<br /><br />"As soon as his father walked in, that night, Nwoye knew that Ikemefuna had been killed, and something seemed to give way inside him like he snapping of a tightened bow. He did not cry. He just hung limp. He had had the same feeling not long ago, during the last harvest season … They were returning home with baskets of yams from a distant farm across the stream when they had heard the voice of an infant crying in the thick forest. A sudden hush had fallen on the women, who had been talking, and they had quickened their steps. Nwoye had heard that twins were put in earthenware pots and thrown away in the forest, but he had never come across them. A vague chill had descended on him and his head seemed to swell, like a solitary walker at night who passes an evil spirit on<br />the way. Then something had given way inside him. It descended on him again, this feeling, when his father walked in, that night after killing Ikemefuna."<br /><br />I always thought this was just so crisp and perfect; the writing is in the moment, and resonated with me. I felt the agony that Nwoye felt; and academic literary review aside, that to me makes beautiful writing. The CS Lewis passage almost feels gratuitous with its (at least to me) over-use of punctuation.A.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766338771771165302.post-12010675959037363752010-08-08T05:08:58.754-07:002010-08-08T05:08:58.754-07:00CS Lewis is <3 thanks for sharing this. i am no...CS Lewis is <3 thanks for sharing this. i am now intrigued to read him.Yas Jaysonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04852990049904130013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766338771771165302.post-59989917138847580852010-08-07T15:19:48.841-07:002010-08-07T15:19:48.841-07:00While the definition of beautiful writing is reall...While the definition of beautiful writing is really subjective, I'd add to the current list: Lorrie Moore, Nicholson Baker, Michael Chabon, and whoever wrote Tinker. I guess my definition of beautiful writing is writing which sounds new and striking but completely honors the reality it is trying to express.Kevin Fentonhttp://eitherthisoranap.comnoreply@blogger.com