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Is there a fictional book without character drama and only beautiful prose? I don't care about conflict between people. I just want something indescribably beautiful.

>> No.17845284
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>Prose
Why not read lyric poetry? If beautiful language without drama is what you want its the natural medium to read.

If you insist on prose, you could also look into prose poems. Amazon has a couple anthologies you could look into. You can find a number of Clark Ashton Smith's prose poems here:
http://www.eldritchdark.com/writings/prose-poetry-plays/

There are also literary essays. you could give Emerson a try:
https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2944/2944-h/2944-h.htm#link2H_4_0001

If what you want is a novel with characters and a narrative but no interpersonal conflict, then I dunno.

>> No.17845319
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the peregrine by j a baker
it's just an obsessive birdwatcher describing a bird's doings in incredibly gorgeous prose. no characters, no plot, just today i saw this bird do that only written all nice like

>And for the partridge there was the sun suddenly shut out, the foul flailing blackness spreading wings above, the roar ceasing, the blazing knives driving in, the terrible white face descending – hooked and masked and horned and staring-eyed. And then the back-breaking agony beginning, and snow scattering from scuffling feet, and snow filling the bill’s wide silent scream, till the merciful needle of the hawk’s beak notched in the straining neck and jerked the shuddering life away.

>And for the hawk, resting now on the soft flaccid bulk of his prey, there was the rip and tear of choking feathers, and hot blood dripping from the hook of the beak, and rage dying slowly to a small hard core within.

>And for the watcher, sheltered for centuries from such hunger and such rage, such agony and such fear, there is the memory of that sabring fall from the sky, and the vicarious joy of the guiltless hunter who kills only through his familiar, and wills him to be fed.

>> No.17845334

>>17845319
oh ignore me i missed the word fictional

>> No.17845423

>>17845319
Sounds like a perfect choice.

>> No.17845431

>>17845284
These are good ideas. Thank you.

>> No.17846944

>>17844870
Moby Dick is exactly what you’re looking for.