The British magazine Private Eye, which I’ve never liked, has a feature called Pseud’s Corner where they display pompous, bloviating writing.
Yesterday’s New York Times Book Review had what must be the worst lead sentence ever allowed on the front page of such a distinguished publication.
“Time passes, and what it passes through is people – though people believe that they are passing through time, and even, at certain euphoric moments, directing time.”
Walter Kirn wrote that incomprehensible epitome of pseudish writing in his review of Robert Stone’s Prime Green. I couldn’t get past that first sentence to find out what he thought.