In lots of books I read, the writer seems to go haywire every time he reaches a high point. He'll start leaving out punctuation and running his words together and babble about stars flashing and sinking into a deep dreamless sea. And you can't figure out whether the hero's laying his girl or a cornerstone. I guess that kind of crap is supposed to be pretty deep stuff-a lot of the book reviewers eat it up, I notice. But the way I see it is, the writer is just too goddam lazy to do his job. And I'm not lazy, whatever else I am. I'll tell you everything.
In Jim Thompson's novel "The Killer Inside Me," the narrator expresses frustration with certain writing styles commonly found in literature. He criticizes authors who abandon clear punctuation and coherence during intense moments, resulting in confusing prose that obscures meaning. Instead of providing clarity, these writers seem to indulge in poetic vagueness, leaving readers unsure whether a critical action is taking place.
The narrator asserts that this style is not profound but rather reflects a lack of effort on the part of the writer. He prides himself on being straightforward and committed to clear communication, promising to convey everything without ambiguity. This approach reveals his disdain for what he perceives as lazy writing while highlighting his determination to be transparent with his audience.
