A few posts ago, I mentioned that I recently read Crazy for the Storm by Norman Ollestad. The whole book is stellar, and some lines stand out as being especially fine examples of Ollestad's writing style. I wanted to share an example (partly so I wouldn't forget all about it over time) but I had to get my hands on a copy of the book to find my very favorite passage (p. 67-68):
When I looked over the ridge a gust swept dry powder off the long white humps of snow like a swarm of diamonds. A silver cloud tumbled out of the sky and unraveled into tendrils like a ballroom of dancing ghosts.
I can't see shit, I said.
A cloud like a ballroom of dancing ghosts ... this beautiful image gives me a chill! I love great writing. And Norman Ollestad is QUITE easy on the eyes. I'm just sayin'. If you like rugged, athletic, articulate, brilliant surfers-turned-bestselling authors. If you go in for that sort of thing.
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Monday, July 27, 2009
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