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The Case for Lilac Prose

Posted on October 17, 2012 by writedrunkandeditsober

Dear literature lovers, have you grown sick of simple sentences? Deadened to the doldrums of dry, dusty prose? Benumbed by the banal? You’re not alone. I, and at least one other guy, agree with you. And after all, don’t we have a right to be upset? These days American literature has taken on the drab […] Continue reading →

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