Liquid shimmering

May 3, 2011 | Things I wish I'd written

He enjoyed the walk to Cho Oyu and experienced a refreshing and simple happiness, although it took him two hours uphill, from Bong Busti where he lived, the light shining through thick bamboo in starry, jumping chinks, imparting the feeling of liquid shimmering.

…from The Inheritance of Loss, Kiran Desai.

Simple. Beautiful. And makes me wonder if an author is better or worse for using homonymic racial slurs in an elegant sentence.

Either way. Using ethnic slurs is one thing. But using “ethnophaulism” in a sentence…now that makes you a jackass.