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Compare, this from real Nabokov (he wrote long sentences; sentences in imitation actually needs to be longer): Twelve years and some eight months later, two na

Compare, this from real Nabokov (he wrote long sentences; sentences in imitation actually needs to be longer): Twelve years and some eight months later, two naked children, one dark-haired and tanned, the other dark-haired and milk-white, bending in a shaft of hot sunlight that slanted through the dormer window under which the dusty cartons stood, happened to collate that date (December 16, 1871) with another (August 16, same year) anachronistically scrawled in Marina's hand across the corner of a professional photograph (in a raspberry-plush frame on her husband's kneehole library table) identical in every detail -- including the commonplace sweep of a bride's ectoplasmic veil, partly blown by a parvis breeze athwart the groom's trousers -- to the newspaper reproduction.

sanxiyn 2y ago
Compare, a Nabokov imitation about high speed rail written by Claude: The sleek, serpentine carriages slithered through the verdant landscape, their velocity a silver-streaked affront to the indolent clouds above. Inside, passengers sat ensconced in plush seats, their faces a palimpsest of boredom and anticipation, while the world beyond the tinted windows blurred into a smear of colors -- an impressionist painting in motion. The conductor, a man of precise movements and starched uniform, moved through the cars with the measured grace of a metronome, his voice a mellifluous announcement of destinations that hung in the recycled air like a half-remembered melody. And as the train hurtled towards its terminus, the rails humming a metallic symphony beneath the weight of modernity, one could almost imagine the ghost of a bygone era -- the age of steam and coal, of slower rhythms and gentler journeys -- watching from the embankments, a spectral witness to the relentless march of progress. I think this is a much better imitation.
- svnt 2y ago
  You can sure see the sentence length and structure limitations imposed, though

sanxiyn 2y ago

Compare, a Nabokov imitation about high speed rail written by Claude: The sleek, serpentine carriages slithered through the verdant landscape, their velocity a silver-streaked affront to the indolent clouds above. Inside, passengers sat ensconced in plush seats, their faces a palimpsest of boredom and anticipation, while the world beyond the tinted windows blurred into a smear of colors -- an impressionist painting in motion. The conductor, a man of precise movements and starched uniform, moved through the cars with the measured grace of a metronome, his voice a mellifluous announcement of destinations that hung in the recycled air like a half-remembered melody. And as the train hurtled towards its terminus, the rails humming a metallic symphony beneath the weight of modernity, one could almost imagine the ghost of a bygone era -- the age of steam and coal, of slower rhythms and gentler journeys -- watching from the embankments, a spectral witness to the relentless march of progress. I think this is a much better imitation.

svnt 2y ago
You can sure see the sentence length and structure limitations imposed, though