The emotional register is colder, I think. Not unfeeling, but the primary emotions are often numbness, confusion, and absurd laughter. The big, tragic tears and heart-wrenching goodbyes of classic literature feel almost too theatrical for modern style. When deep grief is shown, it's often shown as mute, dysfunctional, or explosive.
The prose mimics this emotional flatlining. Sentences become short, repetitive, and drained of decorative language. It's a style that represents shock more effectively than sorrow.
Hmm. I mostly read historical fiction set in wars, which feels like a blend. Authors like Bernard Cornwell or Simon Scarrow use modern pacing and gritty detail but set it in Napoleonic or Roman times. Does that count as a modern style applied to a classic setting? Makes you wonder if the style is more about the author's era than the war's era.
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