Pardon the earnestness but good writing is so fun to find, just in the sense of some strange/surprising phrase that absolutely rings out and makes sense. I read a sentence earlier today in which Italo Calvino described a shitty beach on a sunless day as "water the color of fish."
I don't even know how I'd explain what that means, but that's why he's a better writer than me. A thousand idiotic forces try to break language every day and there are still somehow new, strange, illuminating ways to put words together.
The sentence is from Into The War, which is very short and winsome and honestly probably not really something you need to read unless you want to read everything Calvino wrote, which is something I decided at some point that I want to do.
I keep meaning to get some sort of practice together so I'm not just reading shit I care about on a train while someone plays videogames with the sound on. I re-read an Annie Dillard bit every morning and that was good. As soon as I'm working again this all gets much tougher.
