Sentences with phrase «whose prose»

They are not the judge's reasons, but those of the person whose prose the judge copied.

This is a good time to remember the words of Oasis's Noel Gallagher, whose poetry is nonsense, but whose prose is sublime.

Their resulting participation in the event consists of two arrangements, orbiting each other: first, the re-staged Merlin Carpenter show, denuded of its obscene luxury with objects borrowed from other Portlanders and bought from Craigslist; and second, a novella, MC: Emerging Artist — published by hq Objective — whose prose addresses Carpenter directly, attempting to elucidate the intent and context of the restaging as well as of Cherry & Lucic more generally.

Ian Hamilton Finlay was at heart a poet, whose prose, rooted in the concrete poetry movement, finds its sublime presentation within the visual field.

Smart and decidedly unpretentious, from a talented and candid writer whose prose get to the heart of change and the human condition.

Andrew's Brain is a surprising turn and a singular achievement in the canon of a writer whose prose has the power to create its own landscape, and whose great topic, in the words of Don DeLillo, is «the reach of American possibility, in which plain lives take on the cadences of history.»

I can see * that * from popular self - pub books whose prose makes my eyeballs bleed.

McDermott is a gifted miniaturist whose prose, with its precision and indelible imagery, is almost poetry.

For Winchell, whose prose is as crisp as his critiques are sharp, the politically incorrect tends toward the socially conservative.

The authors of individual chapters are seasoned scholars whose prose has been edited into a mellow whole.

Not exact matches

Like biblical Hebrew, Atwood's witty prose is thick with double entendre and allusion, including hidden puns whose meanings dawn on us only later, and outrageous jokes that don't so much dawn as «bomb» (one of the book's metaphors and an effect of Atwood's powerfully laconic style)

As a skillful and sensitive editor whose own limpid prose has often fallen victim to editorial butchers, I understand the grievances of both.

Edward O. Wilson is a great scientist and a marvelous writer whose graceful and lucid prose rivals that of one of his masters, Charles Darwin.

Gerrish has moved from the University of Chicago, where he held the Nuveen Professorship (whose previous occupants had been Paul Tillich and Paul Ricoeur) to Union Seminary in Richmond, where he is Distinguished Service Professor of Theology His many publications on Reformation and 19th - century theology (above all, on Calvin and Schleiermacher) are models of rich scholarship, elegant prose and reflection on the history of theology with an eye to how it matters for church life today.

More remarkable than the fashioning of linguistic tools was the creation of an Arabic prose style beautifully adapted to serve the needs of the Islamic society whose maturing we have been trying to describe.

It must be said that it is a book whose rhetoric is flawed, and one finds it more than a little strange that the beautiful precision and economy that generally mark his prose in his work for The New Yorker and in his major books at so many points in his latest work give way to a profusion of jargon and a bloatedness of syntax that disfigure the whole.

RIP Tom Wolfe, an innovative journalist and novelist whose technicolor, wildly punctuated prose brought to life the worlds of California surfers, car customizers, astronauts and Manhattan's moneyed status - seekers.

In prose that leaps from the page, Jamison probes the neurochemistry of exuberance, an emotion that bonds young animals together and that fueled the work of such folk as President Theodore Roosevelt, whose irrepressible love of nature led him to found many of America's national parks.

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Published in 1978 and shortlisted for the Booker, The Bookshop is a slim, beguiling novel by the underrated Penelope Fitzgerald, and one whose credentials as the basis for a low - key period drama are all there in her twinkling, unforced prose.

A.O. Scott is one of the few film critics working today whose fuller personality comes through in their prose.

For no current - affairs commentator do I have greater respect than Peggy Noonan, whose sagacity, common sense, plain - spokenness, and «big picture» view of things are as welcome — and rare — as the clarity and persuasiveness of her prose.

In concise and clear - eyed prose, the Alliance for Excellent Education's Robert Rothman lays out exactly how the new standards could change current instructional practices — and aims to speak directly to educators, whose efforts will determine whether or not these changes will occur.

Lush Life is an Xray of the street in the age of no broken windows and «quality of life» squads, from a writer whose «tough, gritty brand of social realism... reads like a movie in prose» (Michiko Kakutani, The New York Times).

Fate plays a particularly rough game of cat and mouse with David, whose mouse's tale is notable for electric prose, ruminations about life, death and fate, and characters who are larger than life, larger than fate.

This is tremendously useful for parents whose entire family shares the reader and wants to foster their child's love of prose.

British translator Smith (whose rendering of Han Kang's The Vegetarian won 2016's Man Booker International Prize) expertly delivers Bandi's subversive prose with nuanced grace.

Here, as elsewhere, the bitter comedy of Mandanipour's prose is rendered into elegant English by Khalili Sara, whose translation is as precise as it is seamless.

Stedman has crafted a beautiful story: an original plot filled with dilemmas that will have the reader contemplating long after the last page; luminous prose that is marvellously descriptive of the Western Australian landscape and effectively conveys the post-war atmosphere; and characters with depth and appeal whose situations evoke empathy (only the most hard - hearted reader will finish this book without a tear shed).

Robertson's lyrical prose evokes the not - so - distant past, when indigenous Canadian (and American) children were forcibly placed in boarding schools whose main goal was to eradicate their Native cultural ways.

In efficient, unemotional prose, Wright offers a fascinating look behind the curtain of an organization, the Church of Scientology, whose ambition and influence are often at odds with its secretive ways.

Banville, a prolific and critically regarded Irish novelist whose previous works have won some of the most prestigious literary awards, is a mesmerizing prose stylist, and that's where he triumphs here.

The book is composed of short vignettes, some only a page, each a wonderful little appetizer describing in gorgeous prose a city of fantasy, a city whose design speaks to an aspect of the human condition.

In straightforward prose that evokes her subject's devotion to his craft, Loney details VanDerZee's first experiences taking pictures as a boy in Massachusetts; his job working in a New Jersey studio darkroom, where he honed his skills; and his years as a renowned portraitist whose specialty was transforming ordinary photographs into works of art.

Consider inviting students whose native language is not English to write about their memories in their native tongues or even in bilingual poems or prose.

A writer whose «unflinching yet lyrical prose» O Magazine recently compared to Toni Morrison, Bond might just have penned the breakout novel of the year with Ruby, a period drama set in rural Texas.

Moreover, there are many writers whose style is lush, prose heavy, full of atmosphere, descriptively dazzling and luxuriously interior.

In stunningly resonant prose, Tóibín captures the loneliness and longing, the hope and despair of a man who never married, never resolved his sexual identity, and whose forays into intimacy inevitably failed him and those he tried to love.

But while print journalism may be fading, the ink hasn't dried out, and a destination brand may hire a blogger to fill up news feeds with pithy, personal snippets about experiences and pitch a travel magazine whose journalists can provide rich, detailed and objective prose.

It should have been clear from the start that any book whose aim was to discuss only the abstract painting of the past fifty years was necessarily doomed to give a shallow and misleading account of much of it — which is exactly what M. Seuphor, in perhaps forty pages of undistinguished prose, has done.

This is all familiar territory for Wyn Evans, whose work has often translated fragments of poetry and prose (by the likes of Emily Dickinson and Gertrude Stein) into morse code and other, often unreadable systems.

Artist Matthew Ritchie's striking images blend scientific diagramming with vivid, colorful renderings of the apocalypse, while writer Ben Marcus's cold prose plumbs the inner workings of two boys caught out at sea with a father whose costumes grow increasingly menacing.

Author Francine Prose, in the first installment of her four - part series «The Lives of the Artists,» weaves a tale of a Venetian painter whose artistic talent is as much a curse as it is a gift.

Throughout each of these videos, Phillipson's prose invites us into the mind of a dexterous and persuasive narrator whose deadpan observations trace the syntax of ideas and images that populate our everyday multimedia landscapes.

Dr. Barbara Cantalupo, whose monograph Poe and the Visual Arts was recently published by The Pennsylvania State University Press, will speak in the gallery and offer her insights about Poe's eponymous prose poem, Eureka.

Oh, and it's told by a lawyer about a man whose job it was to copy out legal prose, a scribe — the «scrivener» in question — which might appeal to you, even though it's somewhat related to your day job.

Garner helped out by recollecting SNOOT, an acronym for «Syntax Nudniks of Our Time,» described by the novelist David Foster Wallace as «this reviewer's nuclear family's nickname à clef for a really extreme usage fanatic, the sort of person whose idea of Sunday fun is to hunt for mistakes in the very prose of Safire's column.»