I've also found it in Denton Welch, and that's all I can think of for the moment.
I've never read Denton Welch!
I have definitely encountered it in other writers, since it tends to be one of the modes of prose and mood that attracts me. I associate it with intensity of place as well as emotion. In terms of novels that suggest themselves, in no particular order: Barbara Comyns' Who Was Changed and Who Was Dead (1954), Henry Green's Caught (1943) and Back (1946), Helen Dunmore's The Greatcoat (2012), Millen Brand's The Outward Room (1937), Angela Carter's The Magic Toyshop (1967). Almost certainly other people who aren't occurring to me because they are too close or too important. Tanith Lee's The Book of the Damned (1988) and The Book of the Mad (1993), but I might have to think about the two intervening books in that quartet. Forrest Reid's Uncle Stephen (1931), which I have desperately failed to write about for two years even though it is a queerness-of-time novel par excellence. Penelope Fitzgerald has something close but not identical, ditto Jane Gardam, sometimes A. S. Byatt, who is really hit or miss for me. Susanna Clarke's Piranesi (2020). M. John Harrison's The Course of the Heart (1992). [edit] Oh! The nonfiction of Iain Sinclair and Derek Jarman.
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Date: 2022-04-07 07:46 pm (UTC)I've never read Denton Welch!
I have definitely encountered it in other writers, since it tends to be one of the modes of prose and mood that attracts me. I associate it with intensity of place as well as emotion. In terms of novels that suggest themselves, in no particular order: Barbara Comyns' Who Was Changed and Who Was Dead (1954), Henry Green's Caught (1943) and Back (1946), Helen Dunmore's The Greatcoat (2012), Millen Brand's The Outward Room (1937), Angela Carter's The Magic Toyshop (1967). Almost certainly other people who aren't occurring to me because they are too close or too important. Tanith Lee's The Book of the Damned (1988) and The Book of the Mad (1993), but I might have to think about the two intervening books in that quartet. Forrest Reid's Uncle Stephen (1931), which I have desperately failed to write about for two years even though it is a queerness-of-time novel par excellence. Penelope Fitzgerald has something close but not identical, ditto Jane Gardam, sometimes A. S. Byatt, who is really hit or miss for me. Susanna Clarke's Piranesi (2020). M. John Harrison's The Course of the Heart (1992). [edit] Oh! The nonfiction of Iain Sinclair and Derek Jarman.