Below is an email of mine to a friend.
(I have commenced a project I assigned to myself a month or two ago: reading the novels of Thomas Wolfe.)
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“… a river that draws its flood and movement majestically from great depths, out of purple hills at evening” — Thomas Wolfe, You Can’t Go Home Again, Book One, Chapter 5
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“This is what you called Wolfe’s prose poetry (or did you say ‘poetic prose’?).
“Wolfe’s critics might say ‘purple prose.’
“I find it beautiful, lyrical, powerful.
“(Read a small segment of a great writer’s prose and you already know a lot about his works. Not anyone could write this passage.)”
— Roger W. Smith
August 5, 2017