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J.D Salinger's prose, while self concious(purposely) is magnificent. I recommend Franny and Zooey.
Jack Kerouac had a scattered prose style all to himself. On the Road.
George Orwell's travel writing and fiction is amazing. Homage to Catalonia or Down and Out in Paris and London.
I can't think of a fourth of fifth right now, but there's a few to get the motor running.
And oh man is Ayn Rand's writing bad. Still, I used to worship her. Only because she worshipped young men in turn.
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- people who have fallen into solitary, half-mad grooves of life and given up trying to be normal or decent.
George Orwell
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