It's funny how I do not like most of these at all.
Just goes to show how subjective it all is. I don't enjoy the sound or rhythm of most sentences unless they add emotional weight to what is being said. It's is why I love words like "slosh" but have no patience for the long, abstract sentences that so many "great" writers are praised for. I find them tedious to read through and they don't move me. Writing that doesn't make me experience emotion is dead writing to me. I can't be alone, considering how so many people are averse to this kind of writing (where the writing is given just as much importance as the story itself, rather than devoting itself entirely to the story).
But I digress.
These are from Patrick Rothfuss'
The Name of the Wind:
“Go out in the early days of winter, after the first cold snap of the season. Find a pool of water with a sheet of ice across the top, still fresh and new and clear as glass. Near the shore the ice will hold you. Slide out farther. Farther. Eventually you'll find the place where the surface just barely bears your weight. There you will feel what I felt. The ice splinters under your feet. Look down and you can see the white cracks darting through the ice like mad, elaborate spiderwebs. It is perfectly silent, but you can feel the sudden sharp vibrations through the bottoms of your feet.
That is what happened when Denna smiled at me.”
“When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.”
“My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content. If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky. Even if it only lasts for a minute or a day. The image of them gently swaying to the music is how I picture love in my mind even after all these years.”
“I also felt guilty about the three pens I'd stolen, but only for a second. And since there was no convenient way to give them back, I stole a bottle of ink before I left.”
I love how his writing is clean and clear. It's less about the writing itself than the meaning he is conveying. I like writing that gets out of the way, and when I have to sit down and
think about what a writer is trying to tell me they've completely failed to impress me. It defeats the purpose of communication. I don't read books to see the words, I read books to see what the words are trying to get across.
I think this is where a lot of people clash, though, because it's honestly a matter of opinion. Some people want story, some people want certain
kinds of writing, some people want both. I know what I like, and so I use that as a standard. I'm firmly in the everything-must-serve-the-story-unless-it-has-a-mindblowingly-good-reason camp (and "sounding good" isn't a good enough reason if the author waxes poetic for paragraphs at a time). So what's "fine craft" to you will really depend on this, I guess