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Hattip to Dale Price at Dyspeptic Mutterings. Go here to have your writing style analyzed. To my chagrin I was advised that I write like the late David Foster Wallace. Oh well, I’ve never given up my day job!
My second go round I was told that I write like Margaret Mitchell. Now admittedly that was from one of my Civil War posts, but even so!
Third time around I was told that I write like Cory Doctorow. I think I will quit while I am behind.
James Joyce here.
Given my love/hate relationship with said author, I’m not sure what to think of this.
David Foster Wallace, James Joyce, and Stephen King…I may never write again.
David Foster Wallace and Margaret Atwood. Yikes!!!
What’s with Wallace?
What I liked doing was seeing just how accurate the measurement system was.
Stephen King = Stephen King
Wallace = Dan Brown or Stephen King
James Joyce = James Joyce
Margaret Mitchell = Margaret Mitchell
Margaret Atwood = HG Wells
HG Wells = HG Wells
Tolstoy, Vonnegut, Doctorow. That is in ascending order of the relative snarkiness of my selection, for what it’s worth.
So I write like Dan Brown or HG Wells. That’s some improvement.
Agreed, Phillip.
The more I think about it, the less I like it.
“You write like … some guy who wrote incomprehensible drivel and who only elitist pseudo-sophisticates consider to be some sort of genius.”
That’s very good, Jay.
H.P. Lovecraft.
J.D. Salinger.
Makes sense. I’ve got angst, loathing and self-loathing down pretty well. Bring on the accolades and isolation!
George Orwell.
I don’t trust this thing at all.
I plugged in a few different blog posts and got different answers each time. If you write about Catholicism, you get Dan Brown. If you write about guns, you get Mario Puzo.
(Guest comment from Don’s wife Cathy:) Joe, I got Dan Brown, too — but for a vacuum cleaner review I posted on Amazon.com. Good grief!
Dan Brown and vacuum cleaners. I guess they both…
… suck?
Bingo.
I plugged in a few different blog posts and got different answers each time.
I’ve tried four posts. H.P. Lovecraft twice and David Foster Wallace twice.
Review of a play with a lot of Italian characters = Mario Puzo.
Review of a stage musical based on fairy tale characters = Edgar Allan Poe.
Yesterday’s post on the KKK and Progressivism = H.P. Lovecraft (?!)
James Joyce.
MM,
We’re peas in a pod, you and I.
😉
A song played on a gong couldn’t have been more wrong. I knew this was the biggest flop since the Spruce Goose when the answer appeared Dr. Seuss.
RL, you and Erato, the muse of lyric poetry (although she was screaming something in Greek I didn’t quite catch), inspired me to give it one last try. This time I was told that I write like the late Isaac Asimov. I have always admired the clarity of Asimov’s prose, and with that I will retire from the field.
Hilarious. One entry was Wallace, another Lovecraft, another Poe, and yet another Orwell. Very eclectic writer am I. Heh.
Like Whitman, you must contain multitudes, Mike.