My Favourite Author
I think it would be very difficult to give a favourite author of all. I agree with Lorraine about Anne Tyler. Lorraine introduced me to her books and I have been very impressed. She catches the heartache in ordinary life and also has a great sense of humour.
Some of my other favourite author's are
Leo Tolstoy - who I wrote about at college. I read his three full length novels and his shorter fiction. I have never been disappointed. He can describe and evoke his scenes and characters with great skill
Evelyn Waugh - a stylist par excellence - very funny and can catch you by suprise with something remarkably poignant
Joyce Cary - I loved his book Mr Johnson
Henry Green - quite short novels with an extraordinary syntax and use of words.
Lewis Grassic Gibbon - I loved the first part of the Scots Quair trilogy - Sunset Song - wonderfully atmospheric
Barry Unsworth - Sacred Hunger - must be one of the best ever Booker winners. Utterly compelling from start to finish.
Marcel Proust - his great novel of memory is one of the most adult books I have ever encountered. The most profound analysis, honesty and calmness in the face of humanity's foibles and ever changing needs and desires.
Thomas Hardy - adored Jude the Obscure and Tess of the D'Ubervilles. Unforgettable characters and stories that strike at the depths of the heart.
Samuel Richardson - his mighty epistolary novel - Clarissa. Tremendous depth of feeling and unrelenting depiction of tyranny and hypocrisy
Victor Hugo - Notre Dame de Paris - searing romantic masterpiece. Masterly storytelling
Ellie I am interested in your choices. Someone else mentioned Douglas Coupland to me. I shall almost certainly try David Mitchell sometime.
1 Comments:
Julian,
I have only read one Evelyn Waugh book which was Brideshead Revisited - I thought his prose was like poetry. Wonderful - mst give more of his books a go. Hearing his name always reminds me of the film Lost in Translation, when a rather silly actress tells someone she uses Evelyn Waugh as a psuedenym (sp?!) when she's in a hotel, and she obviously doesn't realise he was a man...
Talking again of films of books, Jude the Obscure has got to be one of the most depressing I've ever seen.
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