i recently read knut hamsun’s “growth of the soil.” i tip my hat to charles bukowski for the recommendation.
this book begins with painfully beautiful plain language. the words are pure and straightforward, like earth from the garden in your hands. it’s hard to imagine the simple life depicted in the first few pages filling the many pages of the book. if the first 2 pages were a short story you would know all you need to of the main character.
i was trying to think up appropriate praise, but h.g wells does it better than i could: