I have never read through this strange and wonderful novel [New York: New American Library of World Classics, 1960]. It's in the vein of John Steinbeck's Cannery Row and Edgar Lee Masters's, Spoon River Anthology. In that group, but not of that group.
My problem, I can't get past the beauty of the words and phrases. I get about halfway through the page and I'm lost somewhere out in the stratosphere. He was such a gifted writer and what worlds he drafted with his pen. "Do not go quietly into the night." Or something close. What power in the language. How can just 26 letters produce what it produces.
Anyway, here's the opening sentence:
That early morning, in January 1933, only one person was awake in the street, and he was the quietest.I'm not even going to try to parse this one. Dylan Thomas stands far above the crowd, probably the greatest writer the English language ever produced.
Dylan Thomas is, well, Dylan Thomas.
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