I hear a lot about Wolfe's prose, with many of the detractors voicing insubstantial complaints. Most of them sound like pseuds who haven't read him, other than what's posted on Veeky Forums.
For the sake of discussion, here's a passage from New Sun that epitomizes the gothic aspect of its narrative:
>The necropolis has never seemed a city of death to me; I know its purple roses (which other people think so hideous) shelter hundreds of small animals and birds. The executions I have seen performed and have performed myself so often are no more than a trade, a butchery of human beings who are for the most part less innocent and less valuable than cattle. When I think of my own death, or of the death of someone who has been kind to me, or even of the death of the sun, the image that comes to my mind is that of the nenuphar, with its glossy, pale leaves and azure flower. Under flower and leaves are black roots as fine and strong as hair, reaching down into the dark waters.
Fellow anons and shitposters, what's your impression of Wolfe's prose?