1. Ernest Hemingway
Basically his books are like:
Drinking, drinking, sex, drinking, stumbling, sex, drinking, drinking, war, drinking, wandering, repeat
Not to over-simplify Papa, but I LOVE that he gets right to the point. No flowery prose needed. I admire authors who are able to use beautiful, flowery language, but I am not one of them.
2. Joan Didion
I read The White Album years ago. It was rambling at times, quirky, somewhat insane. But always raw and honest. I loved it for those reasons.
3. S.E. Hinton
I read all of her books in high school after learning that The Outsiders had been pubbed when she was 18. It gave me hope.
“Hey, I’m a teen and I write.”
Now it’s more of:
“Hey, I’m an adult and I write for teens.”
4. JK Rowling
The world building, yes. Making readers love a character. Most definitely. But the thing I admire most about Rowling is the SCOPE of the HP series. All the little details she scattered along the way to lead to big reveals. Let’s hear it for foreshadowing!
Because I may or may not (I definitely do this) have an issue with cramming SO MUCH info into books since I know my characters’ lives, what they’ll be doing when they’re 80. Which takes me back to Hemingway and the idea of to-the-point prose. It’s okay for me to know all this, but my audience doesn’t give a crap about things that’ll happen way after the book is over.
^and right here I prove my point that I ramble.
5. Tennessee Williams
One word: atmosphere
His plays ooze with tension, with anticipation…
All these beautiful, flawed, insane characters trapped in some way. They’re like train wrecks. You can’t look away.
Like this scene from the movie adapt of Streetcar (props to the actors, of course):