I regret to have to say I dislike Annie Dillard's prose style enough that I wasn't able to make it through that famous book she wrote.
Oh, good, I was sitting here thinking, "Oh, dear, there goes my literary sophistication, that's some fairly overwrought stuff."
	
 
		
		
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek.  (I just went and looked it up.)
I am more an E. B. White kind of prose style fan.
	
 
		
		
Yeah, Annie Dillard is a little ... well, overwrought is as good a word as any. For me, anyway. 
	
 
		
		
Roger Zelazny would go off into flights of twisting imagery, but he used it to describe a specific event/process/proceeding, and it was easy to skip if I wasn't in the mood for a verbal acid trip.
	
 
		
		
I like the way she wroughts!
	
 
		
		
Though admittedly "prose stylist" is a kind of back handed compliment comparable to "writer's writer."
But I am not the type of reader who insists that prose be transparent, a clean glass pane. I often prefer the stained glass window approach.
	
 
		
		
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My favorite Annie Dillard quote:
 I don’t do housework.  Life’s too short and I’m too much of a Puritan.  If you want to take a year to write a book, you have to take that year, or the year will take you by the hair and pull you toward the grave.  Let the grass die.  I let almost all my indoor plants die from neglect while I was writing the book.  There are all kinds of ways to live.  You can take your choice.  You can keep a tidy house, and when St. Peter asks you what you did with your life, you can say, I kept a tidy house, I made my own cheese balls.
	
 
		
		
Oh, good, I was sitting here thinking, "Oh, dear, there goes my literary sophistication, that's some fairly overwrought stuff."
I'm glad it wasn't just me. I mean, I do like a poetic turn of phrase every now and then, but I don't think I like to be bombarded with it. And it's not really the way I write, I guess. My style seems to be more about sentence structure and the arrangement of words. If I have a style.
But I like Ginger's Dillard quote.
	
 
		
		
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What are you implying, madame?  That I have a steam powered Mark IV Purple Enprosenator running 24-7 in my basement at all times? That I praise linguistic maximalists to the spiraling tops of the clustered cumulus and damn the spindle shanked minimalists to the dreary mini-malls of puttering indifference?  Is that what you're saying?