opinions differ
as a certified wordcel, I have to say I don't understand people who get enamored by the quality of prose, but particularly I don't get WBE's appeal. Come on now. Oh he writes a stream of consciousness in lowercase and switches registers between "pussy goop" and "this all felt like rebellion against this thing i have lately become" and sprinkles a bit of vulnerability-but-not-really and openly talks about being a social failure… okay? That it? This shallow, almost claudish sincerity plainly excreted to receive more of the same?
Are you retarded? Are you an insect or a chicken to be hypnotized by multiscale patterns of his words? Great writer, really? Or are you just so starved of real taste of life and chafing at Bay Area Wasian GDP-maxxing autism that you'd have your girlfriend's dumb cunt ravaged for another chance to vicariously partake of his sloppy seconds in the blog?
You disgust me more than he does. "Great writer" my ass. Develop some standards.
Well. I've always been of the mind that the defining feature of autists generally and rationalists in particular is indescribably shitty taste – both in ideas and in art.
The rape guy's writing isn't even good. It's just edgy. The craft is weak.
"Oh, he describes high-emotion events with low-emotion narration, what a goooooood writer!" lol
I do worry that my writing skill improved so much that I'm a prose snob now. Need to be careful about that.