The one thing I particularly enjoy about both author's writing is their sense of writing style. They are both very visual in descriptions, writing in short sentences or broken up by comas, as if they were snap shots, which set a quick pace to the reading, as if the eyes were writing words
[T]he baby in his carrier peers out, kicks and coos. Two and a half months, young as a lima bean, strapped to my belly to walk Cottonwood Hill up past twenty acres of wheat, yellow eye that centers our loop. (Roberts)
[T]he smell of freshly cut grass welcomes you as you arrive, only to be replaced with a smelly cocktail of generic bathroom cleaner, sweat, dirt, grass and old equipment, as you reach the locker room. (Hoke)
Another reason why I find these two pieces mixing well together is the rich descriptions. Going to great lengths to describe the scene and to draw readers to picture the world they painted and the things they feel. Especially Hoke's description of the stadium, the sprinklers, etc.
[Y]our
fingers and hands are tattered and torn, blistered and callused from months of
off season lifting, drills, and throwing. (Hoke)
[T]hen, there in the lee in a fold of grass like a boat's wake: the housecat, cream and rust, seem to have ruin himself to sleep. (Roberts)
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