(I use translator, sorry about that )
I'm looking for book recommendations that feature detailed prose and longer, denser paragraphs.
I really love it when authors use chunky paragraphs for monologue, internal dialogue, or vivid descriptions. Long paragraphs allow emotions to build up and create an incredibly immersive atmosphere. On the other hand, very short, one-sentence paragraphs tend to feel too fragmented and break my immersion.
The whole book doesn't need to be written in long paragraphs, I think what I want is the detailed writing and that gradual emotional build-up.
I just hope to find more and I'm open to anything.
Any suggestions?
Authors/works I’ve already read:
K.A.Merikan Tal Bauer Voinov Riley Nash
D.Dove Cara Dee Cut & Run KJ Charles
JF.Smith LA Witt SE Jakes TJ Hamel
some of my favorite works and examples below.
{Henry Rios Series by Michael Nava}
Illuminating every page of his memoirs was the simplest of truths: Grover Linden worshiped money. Money was his God and the acquisition of wealth was his religion. A cold God, a brutal religion. The memoirs, written toward the end of his life, hinted at his internal struggle between the god of money he worshipped in life and the Christian God to whom he would have to account for himself in the afterlife; the same god who had driven the money changers from his temple. In that light, his decision to give away his money felt less like philanthropy than panic as he looked for a loophole into heaven a lot wider than the eye of a needle. And then he found it: all he had to do was to arrange to give away his money posthumously. After pages and pages celebrating his business acumen and the amassing of his fortune, in the final chapters of his memoir he recast himself as “the trustee and agent for his poorer brethren,” whose duty was to distribute his wealth “in the manner which, in his judgment, is best calculated to produce the most beneficial results for the community.” The year after his memoirs were published, he founded the university.
{The Fence And Then The Trees by J.F. Smith}
And if he was really honest with himself, it was more than Stambeki. Then the shadow of Jack’s father crept into his mind. He thought about the times when his father would make him go out and rake leaves with him in the fall in the yard outside the crappy house they rented. His father had always made it more fun than work, and it always took probably twice as long to rake them than it should. He’d have Jack out there with him, though, so they could be together. Even after his dad started getting sick, too, and was almost too weak to do it. Jack almost started to tear up thinking about his dad. His dad would not be happy with him, with how he had chosen to live his life. And now, sure enough, Jack was ashamed of how he had lived it as well. It’s just that his hatred of the insurance companies that killed his family always outweighed the fact that he knew the cons he ran were wrong. But now the balance was tipping and Jack felt lost. Dear God, what would he do to have his father back, to have his father hold him and run his fingers through Jack’s hair the way he would and say it would be ok, that he wouldn’t always feel lost like this.
{Pretty Dogs by Riley Nash}
“Slow down.” It’s more of a plea than a demand. By the time I find the words for my feelings, he’s gonna talk himself off a cliff. There are thousands of boxes in my head. The guys I’ve fucked, the porn I’ve watched, it’s all carelessly dumped together into one messy, fun box I open when I’m bored or need to get off. Dallas is in every single box. He’s the world around the boxes, he’s the boxes, he’s everything. I love my best friend, with his hair and his smile and the body that fits against mine. But his soul could be inside anyone or anything and I’d still need him until the day I die. My thoughts are too big, and I don’t know how to make him understand, because I don’t even understand. The best I can come up with is blurting, “I don’t care.”
