Jeannette Winterson’s The Stone Gods (I): Life. Sentences.

I have long maintained–perhaps stubbornly, perhaps stupidly–that  the best fiction is not transparent but iridescent. I love Jeannette Winterson, with many many qualifications, because she writes sentences such as the following: “The science never gets as far as the strangeness.” Her sentences are vivid, balanced, and lucid. They refresh the world they describe. If you can write sentences like that, you can do a whole bunch of other things wrong.