Nobody could write like Proust, which is a good thing. I remember reading one of his sentences that ran for almost two pages. I've never seen so many semicolons. Growing up in the South though, I had to read Faulkner until it was coming out my ears. He was almost as verbose as Proust. (No, I take that back. Proust is in a league by himself.)
Faulkner and Hemingway, fellow Nobel laureates and polar opposites in writing style, did not like one another and the insults flew back and forth. When asked what he thought of Faulkner's work, Hemingway was reported to have replied, "Well, it's good. But so much of it is unnecessary."
And none of that had a darn thing to do with horse racing. My apologies.
