So for a laugh I tried to read the last book I posted ... I couldn't make it past 50 pages. I mean, this guy, he could give out his own "Bulwer-Lytton" prize. And I don't know what this prestigious literary award is about, presumably everyone who can write a book receives at least 3...
Anyhow, here's a fair sampling of his prose:
"A west bound train approaching the bridge on the other side began howling like a wolf looking for a bitch in heat. Its black metal sides had just been washed by hostlers in the C.P.R. Roundhouse at Nelson and it had a sleek, sweaty shimmer as it led a small following of faithful cars. Large drive rods jerked swiftly up, down and around, masturbating clouds of steam and white smoke to seed the sky. As it came onto the bridge the noise was deafening and the belching smoke tangled in steel bridge girders. The engine drove swiftly past, vibrating the earth's foundation and rumbling the span violently. High above them the engineer waved and blew the whistle shrilly, orgiastically."
I want you to know I embellished nothing.
Or this, when he's mudding out his mine:
"The muddy mixture went clattering down the slope and lay on the white surface like excrement from a dinosaur with diarrhea"
From here we get to the love scenes...and I won't do that you. I couldn't do it to myself.
Anyways, a fair sample, I scanned ahead in it, my god what drivel!! I can't finish it.