What's a well respected writer that anyone with average writing skill could probably emulate?I think the average writer could bang out a Tarmac McCarthief novel, apart from the obscure lingo.
McCarthy is easy to emulate stylistically although the research or experience he needs for his novels can't be convincingly fabricated out of thin air. Same thing with Hemingway or Kerouac
>>25009130Authors... they're all the same... equally shitty every one... there is one name that comes to mind... that miserable old french cuckold... what was his name?... oh, yes... Louis-Ferdinand Céline... he had a certain... je ne sais quoi... that seems easy to emulate....
McCarthy is easy to parody but near impossible to actually emulate. That best you can do is probably Ncfom tier writing which was a glorified script.
>>25009176>>25010129The black reared his head at the sight of the lubricious form of the judge's pale phallus serpentine it wandered gazing out into the world as an infant unborn and yet undesired brought into the world cold and pale and unbreathing. Its pillaric form shone brightly in the void the pillar stood mute upon the black promontory a monolith wrought in obscene geometry. The Judge took to a foul chimeric cacophany of grunting as his member penetrated serene the fistula of the niggers anus dark and unmoving in that sea of serpentine parades the Judge set to stirring up the very soul and the thrice uncottered dreams of the buck were fetched as if a pulque upon the sunborn indigo infant of the world yet unawakened in this land or any other. His breaking came forth as if unbidden into that old night the shadows long and gristled as each thrust was delivered ungouged and unrequited it's eldritch desire can be found buried deep within the hearts of men. As some titan cherubim this pale form let out a cry in the tongues not of man or beast but like to an infernal register unheard in this world since that brought forth tears from the eyes of the watchers and were rendered as stars that danced like naked pygmies upon the bastion of Babylon.The watchers members taken also in hand at their opportunity to arrive unbidden into the bastion of that forsaken womb to bring forth not a child of god but a buck rendered broken upon the firmament which would render the dreams of that infernal race delivered asunder unto the world, writhing and unformed but yet natural in the land that conjured it.
>>25010842>look mom, I posted it again
AI has proven it's extremely easy to emulate Dr. Seuss. The truth is most authors dont have distinctive styles. Can you tell the difference between Barbra Kingsolver and Joyce Carol Oates and Amy Tan? I cant. What about Tom Clancy and James Patterson or Neil Stephenson? You can probably guess based on the subject matter, but based on style? >>25009130Writing in older styles is extremely difficult, because it requires actually being well versed in those books. Whenever someone whips out "thee" and "thy" in their books it's horribly cringe because they immediatly slip back into contemporary English without even knowing it.
>>25010945Authors who don't have distinctive styles should then be harder to emulate.
>>25010842This is a joke but one of the aspects that parodists fail to capture is McCarthy's extreme specificity and control. Notice below that McCarthy modulates the prose such that the areas with monosyllables are differentiated from areas with multisyllabic words, while the parody has the multisyllabics spread out throughout the prose which dilutes the musicality. He will lead the eye through clear imagery then make the ornate comparison, then back to clarity:THEY CRESTED OUT on the bluff in the late afternoon sun with their shadows long on the sawgrass and burnt sedge, moving single file and slowly high above the river and with something of its own implacability, pausing and grouping for a moment and going on again strung out in silhouette against the sun and then dropping under the crest of the hill into a fold of blue shadow with light touching them about the head in spurious sanctity until they had gone on for such a time as saw the sun down altogether and they moved in shadow altogether which suited them very well. When they reached the river it was full dark and they made camp and a small fire across which their shapes moved in a nameless black ballet.
