VallesMarineris
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Hey @StillStunned, this really resonated with me.I have a large vocabulary, and I've been reading literary works all my life. There was a time when I loved writing words for the sake of using them. I enjoyed showing off my mastery of the English language.
The older I get, though, the more I think language can get in the way of the story. Shorter, everyday words have a power that flowery words don't. I think simple language makes descriptions more vivid, emotions more immediate and dialogue more realistic. I think it draws the reader in more easily.
I started off reading only what I thought of as the "ultimate" works. I read everything by Joyce (yes, even Finnegans Wake, which is hilarious, by the way) and parts of Ulysses multiple times. Then I discovered Pynchon, whose technical background and sensibility match mine (and he's also hilarious in places). But I hit a wall with David Foster Wallace. I've admired and read the first half of every story in Brief Interviews with Hideous Men, but couldn't finish any of them. It was like if you love chocolate fudge but someone gives you a 5 kilo block of it. Infinite Jest is incredible but defeated me also. I think I just don't love tennis enough. Or footnotes.
Now I agree with you, keep it simple. Just tell the fucking story. My hero now is William Gibson. I wish I could write his haiku-like chapters. And Homer. He did it first and there's still nothing better.
My own style seems to combine Pynchonesque stochastic scene-setting with Hemingway's "this happened and this happened and then this" sort of run on. Which is ironic, given that I've hardly read anything by him.
VM