Not Peter Taylor, that’s for sure. Not when you’re disgusted with your dated style and want to break loose into some flurry of metaphor that reads as perfect as fine poetry.
Taylor’s okay, but stylistically old-fashioned, even amid his contemporaries I think; although this series is taken from 1941 through 1985. I’m a bit surprised that this was recommended to me some years ago though perhaps it was because my own style was of this diction type, though certainly not of his caliber.
At any rate, I think I need something else to read alongside this and Mitchell. Perhaps the place to go is poetry and hypertext. Let me peruse my shelves. And my hard drive.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology