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There are a few authors whose style of writing I've enjoyed reading. One is Chesterton. His wit and way of looking at things has been very helpful to me.
But for a single book whose writing I've enjoyed most, that I've found more moving than almost any other book I've read, I'd say that would Cry, The Beloved Country. In whatever way he did it, Paton filled his book with both his love and his heartache for his country and the people in it. Since he did some strange stuff in formatting this book, especially with dialogue, it may not serve as a great model for how to write a book, but one may still learn quite a from it, I think.
So he told them, and having told them, closed the front door on the wailing of the women, for such is their custom. Slowly he followed the bent figure up the street, saw him nodding as he walked, saw the people turning. Would age now swiftly overtake him? Would this terrible nodding last now for all his days, so that men said aloud in his presence, it is nothing, he is old and does nothing but forget? And would he nod as though he too were saying, Yes, it is nothing, I am old and do nothing but forget? But who would know that he said, I do nothing but remember?
(p. 87)
Msimangu opened the book, and read to them first from the book. And Kumalo had not known that his friend had such a voice. For the voice was of gold, and the voice had love for the words it was reading. The voice shook and beat and trembled, not as the voice of an old man shakes and beats and trembles, nor as a leaf shakes and beats and trembles, but as a deep bell when it is struck. For it was not only a voice of gold, but it was the voice of a man whose heart was golden, reading from a book of golden words. And the people were silent, and Kumalo was silent, for when are three such things found in one place together?
(p. 81)
I should like to know if any of you have books and authors whose writing you have found to be better than most, too.
But for a single book whose writing I've enjoyed most, that I've found more moving than almost any other book I've read, I'd say that would Cry, The Beloved Country. In whatever way he did it, Paton filled his book with both his love and his heartache for his country and the people in it. Since he did some strange stuff in formatting this book, especially with dialogue, it may not serve as a great model for how to write a book, but one may still learn quite a from it, I think.
So he told them, and having told them, closed the front door on the wailing of the women, for such is their custom. Slowly he followed the bent figure up the street, saw him nodding as he walked, saw the people turning. Would age now swiftly overtake him? Would this terrible nodding last now for all his days, so that men said aloud in his presence, it is nothing, he is old and does nothing but forget? And would he nod as though he too were saying, Yes, it is nothing, I am old and do nothing but forget? But who would know that he said, I do nothing but remember?
(p. 87)
Msimangu opened the book, and read to them first from the book. And Kumalo had not known that his friend had such a voice. For the voice was of gold, and the voice had love for the words it was reading. The voice shook and beat and trembled, not as the voice of an old man shakes and beats and trembles, nor as a leaf shakes and beats and trembles, but as a deep bell when it is struck. For it was not only a voice of gold, but it was the voice of a man whose heart was golden, reading from a book of golden words. And the people were silent, and Kumalo was silent, for when are three such things found in one place together?
(p. 81)
I should like to know if any of you have books and authors whose writing you have found to be better than most, too.