u/Zearneel

Im hungry for the elegant, graceful, fine styled prose that make reality seem like its a secondary experience compared to the literary reality. Im thinking of proust, celine, faulkner, mishima, pessoa, joyce, balzac, you know those who have a way with the words.

who make it seem like they have something you can't even begin to know between themselves and the words. a secret relationship with the language. Im hungry for reading reading reading and forgetting what time it is of the day and the feeling you get in that timeless space that maybe language doesnt have to be the failure that it unfortunately is. You know any writers like that?