maybe I should re-type here my earlier question:
I'm not trying to define his style. What I've been wondering all along is: where does his style come from?
Dear Cirerita,
Please don't take any of the following discussion personally. I may joke around and be challenging on this newsgroup, but I'm here to get to know everyone and stay on good terms.
Variation #2
Answering such a standard literary question?which is what it is, and it can lead to false conclusions?is like trying to express the inexpressible or like trying to explain the sea to the fish who live in it. It cannot effectively be done, imo; only
experienced.
It seems to me that you
are trying to define his style by looking for some concrete reasons, methods or techniques you think are probably behind it (from "where does his style come from?"). You're looking for reasons behind his persona that he doesn't consciously have, imo. It wasn't a mask or persona; what you saw was essentially what you got. That is extremely rare among writers who last and why there are so few of them. (I consider Henry Miller and Anais Nin, her diaries, among them...but for me, Hemingway, no.)
His "style" comes from deliberately not
having a style. It's not about incorporating any kind of an outside influence, but about
avoiding them and allowing what's left to express itself naturally from deep within this wellspring of feeling, organically through the simple line, devoid of any extraneous pressure, influence or affectation.
This usually comes after reading a hell of a lot of other writers and finding out what you don't like about them, the literary tricks they're using, or what they're not saying that needs to be said. So you
shed influences or find that you were never deeply influenced by them in the first place, in what I feel was the case with Mr. B.
What's then left over becomes yours?or
is you?and the "style" is not consciously performed or prefabricated; instead it's the product of the
natural creative act of self-discovery. It's pure expression without the conscious mind standing in the way and blocking the source of inspiration. His style was the
absence of style?or so it seems to me?and this is why his writing "style" is unmistakably identifiable as his. But just try to do it and it ain't so easy! And yet, he was still able to express complex emotions and complex thoughts, but they were organic and they came naturally out of the feelings of the moment. He didn't shape what came to him by use of what writers normally view as a style; he just got out of the way of it and put it directly down on paper like the champ he was. This is what I meant by stating that his life and work met on an equal plane. That is hardly an ordinary accomplishment, and let's not reduce this man's stature by comparing him to how most writers consciously
try to develop their style through imitation, literary slight-of-hand, and contrived personas that are not a true reflection of their outer life or inner emotions. It's possible you underestimate how
profound it is for the inner and outer life of this man, or any man or woman, to come together in such powerful creative harmony. It's a miracle.
Sincerely, Poptop