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Originally posted by Joe Bloggs
Glass pane school? |
At various points in time, certain writers and critics have felt that one's writing style should be as transparent as a pane of glass. Hemingway is a famous example of this, as is Dashell Hammett, who I like far better; so, in a way, is the neo-classical Greek poet Cavafy. Examples of the opposite approach: Thomas DeQuincey, late Beckett, Sir Thomas Browne, Joyce and -- my hero -- John Hawkes.
The so-called pane-of-glass style was a hallmark of 80s minimalist writers, most of whom were horribly literal-minded, in my opinion: Tama Janowitz, Brett Easton Ellis, et al. You get the idea. Raymond Carver, Denis Johnson and especially Dennis Cooper, who didn't fit the prescript, were some of the better examples. The one thing I liked about even the worst writers: No self-conscious moralizing.
In the 90s, many writers rebelled against minimalism and the deliberately objective approach of the 80s in favor of more ornament, emotion and sensitivity. Even writers like David Foster Wallace, whose _Girl with the Curious Hair_ was a veritable minimalist primer, reacted against the earlier style and chose to experiment with artifice and opacity. Other examples: Jeanette Winterson, Robert Olen Butler, Cormac McCarthy and Robert Gluck. Extreme examples were the Language Poets: Charles Bernstein, Bob Perelman, Keith Waldrop and many others in that legion too numerous to name.
Now that the 80s are back and electro reigns, I suppose we'll see a renascence of minimalism. I hear the distant gallop in the impatience of younger readers, who often seem to despise orchestrated style.
But I can't care about ushering in the New Minimalism or whatever publishers' marketing divisions will choose to call it. My voice is my voice. Fashion surgery isn't the answer.